Masquerade by B.O.W – A Rock Opera of Disillusion

Masquerade by B.O.W – Welcome to the Freak Show

Here comes Masquerade, the kind of song that doesn’t ask if you’re ready. B.O.W (Brotherhood of Wolves) tosses this track into the room like a lit match and lets it burn on your living room rug. Second single off the upcoming album Beyond The Mask, and it already reeks of ash, velvet, and something breathing behind the wall.

Born in 2021, mid-pandemic, mid-panic, mid-everything, B.O.W isn’t a hobby band. This crew didn’t show up with matching hoodies and a start-up mindset. Vladimir Emelin pens the kind of lyrics that don’t flinch, while Tommy López – producer, composer, and sonic blacksmith – delivers the musical equivalent of a back-alley sermon. On Masquerade, Diego Valdez and Bea Núñez (yeah, the shapeshifter also known as Lentejitas) trade vocals like seasoned duellists – one sharp, the other dripping with undertow. The track plays like a chess match on broken glass.

And the video? Saturated in rich color, draped in masks, and so loaded with mystery it might qualify as evidence. Just raw visual theatre, shot like someone actually gave a damn.

Where the Truth Starts Tasting Like Plastic

Masquerade walks you into a room where the walls whisper and the air’s too thick to trust. There’s no welcome mat. Just a masquerade of shadows tonight, where every smile hides a secret. It’s a place where language doesn’t speak anymore, but it slithers. The track watches as black hole mouths devour all, dragging whatever’s left of sincerity into the void. There’s no panic here, just the slow, controlled fall of people who’ve given up on exits. Truth and lies begin to blend, not in some poetic dance, but in a chemical spill that no one bothers cleaning up.

And while all of this is happening, the stage gets dressed. The mannequins are already in place, locked in that dead-eyed stare. Mannequin’s stare with hollow eyes, as if they know the script but forgot how to breathe. The chorus recites, like a sermon written in plastic: the world a stage of plastic lies, the strings pulled tight by a master who never appears. Doors swinging open to nowhere, decisions stripped of meaning. By the second verse, illusion commands the space. Familiar structures give way to a strange order, built on shifting signs and hollow names. Facade’s crumble, truth erased, but no one reaches for the pieces.

Then comes the turn. Not a climax. More like a quiet inhale before the match drops. The outro walks in like a final sentence scrawled in the margins: your lies are sweet, a poisoned tune. And then, with a calm that feels earned, comes the line that breathes the first real air: we’ll rewrite what we once knew, start again, create the new. No banners, no heroes. Just a whisper that maybe the page isn’t finished yet. Hit play below. Already listened? Brave. Now watch the video—because some stories hit harder when you’re staring them in the face:

The Wolves Behind the Mask

You want credentials? Fine. Tommy López  worked with Ken Hensley from Uriah Heep, crafted albums with Camilo Sesto, Richenel, Yuri, and more. From the 80s underground to studio boardrooms, he’s touched more genres than your cousin’s Spotify algorithm. Vladimir Emelin builds lyrics like scaffolding around a collapsing cathedral. Add guitarist Izzy Cueto, bassist Germain Leth, and Diego Valdez’s vocal storm, and you’ve got a full band ready for rebellion. Then there’s Bea Núñez aka Lentejitas, cutting through the mix with a voice that slides between smoke and signal. Under aliases like Alhoeverah, Kimahri, and Animaya, she’s busy crafting worlds in flamenco chill, ambient house, and seaside-dream electronica. In Masquerade, she brings air to a room that’s about to choke.

Since 2021, B.O.W has taken their sound across stages in Spain, Finland, and Russia. Up next: April 19 in Alicante at Marmarela, 6 PM. Free. That’s right – show up with nothing but ears and guts. Then May 16 in San Fulgencio at Chester, 9:30 PM. No tickets, no dress code. Just show up and let the sound do what it does.

Masquerade by B.O.W – Final Sip

Masquerade lays it out without blinking. No drama, no disguise. Just the kind of track that stares straight through you and keeps going. Every second of the track smells like varnish, sweat, and something older than honesty. The video – rich, masked, and dripping with tension. B.O.W stays close to the sound. You press play. The track handles the rest.

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