They were the real deal, without tricks or theatrics: 70’s kids from Cornellà, delinquents, gang-members and pimps, children of immigrants, foul-mouthed and hooked on drugs, the nightmare of the cançó and the layetanos. At last, a documentary about the group with the biggest balls in Spain, Punks before anyone knew what it was about, self-destructive and proud. Quake in your boots, people, Trapera’s back.

They were the real deal, without tricks or boxes other than those of cheap filterless tobacco: 70’s guys from Cornellà, delinquents, gang-members and pimps, children of immigrants, foul-mouthed and hooked on drugs - the nightmare of the cançó and the layetanos. We have to reclaim La Trapera, because they were everything: our Stooges, our Sex Pistols, our MC5, all together and with a blade in their hands (and more than likely a shot in their veins). At last, a documentary about the group with the biggest balls in all of Spain, punks before anyone knew what it was about, self-destructive and proud, with their feet on the precipice of failure, tragedy, disaster and even death. Their ordeal is of the ilk that makes for the best documentaries, and that’s what we have here: their birth in streets without asphalt, the urban landscape (Cornellà and San Ildefonso minus the 1975 law), their first incursions in the town – gobsmacking all who saw them, like the stunned audience at Canet Rock – where they played in the early hours – their constant spats with audiences, press, managers, establishment, authentically anti-everything. The exploits of Morfi Grey, El Tío Modes et al appear here documented in pure glory, from their roots to their reunions in the 90’s and their most recent reunion, all compiled with patience and care. No stone is left unturned: the impressive photo sessions conducted by the late, great Salvador Costa, unreleased footage (their appearance on Musical Express bellowing “Quiero Mi Dosis”, among other pearls) and dynamic interviews with those involved and their fans  (Morfi, “Raf” Pulido, Diego Manrique, Josu Zabala of Hertzainak...). How can anyone not be a fan of a group that sang “Soy un curriqui de barrio / Soy amigo del obrero / Soy enemigo del sistema / Y le voy a pegar fuego”. In 1977! Bollocks of steel, as humungous as demolition balls. Quake in your boots, people, Trapera’s back.

Daniel Arasanz graduated in Audiovisual Communication (2007) and was scriptwriter and editor of the documentaries Entre Dos Aguas (2007) and Esperant la Primavera (2008). He created the script for Venid a las Cloacas with Jaime Gonzalo.