“If I were not one of the privileged victims of Gustavo Sala's terrible humor (graphic, brilliant, funny and brave), then I would demand for the right to be part of the rock characters that go through the edge of Gustavo's spoon. Sala is an artist and, as such, he will be remembered for his work and for a long time. What proceeds is learning to laugh at oneself (at us), start the vitamins of self-irony and laugh out loud as we did, historically, with This Is Spinal Tap or Peter Capusotto and his videos. Gustavo Sala has nothing to envy to previous icons of hardcore rock humor, he forgives nothing and is unaware of what is his own and others' modesty. Farts, vaginas that publish records, decrepitude, decadence and reality: everything is in Gustavo's inkwell, which does not recognize the limits of humor. Morrisey is depressed because he can't find an Ignacio Copani CD, a wrinkled Leonard Cohen comes out of the closet on social media, Ariel Minimal releases toilet paper. The Marvel version of rock, a day in the life of Hugo Fattoruso (who plays with everyone), 1001 records that you didn't know Daniel Melero had produced, the times of David Bowie in an Argentine key. Even the untouchables, like legends, deserve Gustavo's attention in this brutal illustrated book. Even musicians' poop deserves a comic strip. There is no transition that exempts an artist from the high irony of Gustavo Sala's nib ”. Andrés Calamaro