CALATRAVA’s unveils a raw chronicle of lost time in central Spain on “Copas. Espadas. Oros. Bastos.”

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Ten songs, four years, and three working-class thirty-somethings from Madrid trying to process what it means to live, work, and create in a country where tradition and burnout often blur into the same wallpaper. Copas. Espadas. Oros. Bastos., the debut...