Pop, techno, glam rock, new wave, new romantic, baroque, visionary, extreme, innovative, ambiguous… Tino Casal and his music inhabited the eighties—a land and time that some mythologize and others reject. An endless label that tries to pin it down exists, yet this Asturian artist from Tudela Veguín, Oviedo, born in 1950, defied any single box. His musical concerns and virtues fused into one: a unique and distinct voice that resisted easy categorization. His drive to innovate and discover new formulas had already crowned him a top seller in 1981 with Egg Shampoo. Two years later, a more mature Casal, secure in the trust of the hardcore record market, released Etiqueta negra, featuring only the song Embrujada. The track would not be considered one of his biggest hits in Spain, but it became a reference point to a fresh style steeped in Anglo-Saxon and avant-garde influences.
Casal’s volcanic personality and eclectic visual style carried patterns stitched with his own ideas—perhaps inspired by a shadow and a figure reminiscent of David Bowie. He did not fit the production lines drawn by taste and fashion from others. Casal stood as an artist continually searching for unfinished work, because his journey had no final destination, where innovation never ends and creations are merely pauses on the road toward self‑discovery that remains elusive.
“Tino never finished the recordings, he kept changing things right up until the end. The producer had to tell him, ‘Tino, this is it.’ His work and constant artistry were grounded in transformation, both inside and out,” explains Javier Losada, a musician, composer, and producer with a long career who played keyboards on the Etiqueta Negra sessions. Losada knew Casal well and regarded him not only as a friend but as a brother.
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Casal emerged as a polyhedral creator—a singer first, but also a composer, producer, painter, decorator, and sculptor. He wasn’t a Renaissance man, yet he embodied a type of artistry tuned to his era, perceiving and reflecting art with a kaleidoscopic gaze and a life lived in color, form, and many angles. Perhaps he wished to be a work of art in his own right, and in 1983 he admitted the idea of the Black Label, which gave his second record its name. Earlier, as a child, he had stood as a singer in Black Sapphires and later as an archduke in Asturias. But the restless boy from Oviedo sought a different path, moving to London in 1977 to soak in cosmopolitan creativity. There he discovered a desire to be a Bowie in his own way, a Bowie shaped by Casal’s own sensibilities.
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On his return from London, some expected him to become a light ballad singer. He answered by delivering his first solo album in 1981, a bold, self-styled release that marked a break with the past. neocasal became a preface to a thousand possible paths far from what had been. It was clear that he did not waste time looking backward.
neocasal was recorded in the studios of Luis Cobos with production overseen by Julian Ruiz. The single Champú de Huevo shot to number one in Spain, signaling a new era for the record industry’s commercial potential.
Two years later came Etiqueta Negra, again produced by Julián Ruiz, a period of reflection mingled with experimentation. “There was a lot of fun in the studio, but it could also be unbearable,” Ruiz remembers. “We followed the new music from around the world by keeping a flexible schedule. If a song resonated, we chased that stylistic line,” says the producer who also became a close confidant.
Casal began assembling a band to tour with the Neocasal material. The keyboard position, filled by Javier Losada, became a crucial piece of the project. The collaboration sparked a musical and personal bond. Casal cherished innovation in his voice, and the tour led to the creation of Etiqueta Negra. Losada recalls how the studio work shifted Casal’s timbre, with Julián Ruiz as another innovator.
The single Embrujada from Etiqueta Negra remained atop Spain’s sales charts for five weeks. The tune wove magnetic synthesizers with a twisty, nuanced sound. Losada remembers drawing inspiration from the Human League track Don’t You Want Me for its rhythm and sequence, while noting that the outcome was unmistakably Casal’s own. The song’s memorable intro and choral moments showcased his distinctive style.
A few weeks after its release, Embrujada became a dance floor staple in Spanish nightclubs. Television became both a stage and a runway for Casal, who crafted his own wardrobe with a look inspired by Bowie’s influence. The aesthetic, bold and reflective, remained a native adaptation and interpretation rather than a mere mimicry.
Spanish modernity
Casal’s visual magnetism and modernist approach captured attention during the era of a remembered, idealized movement. Losada notes that Casal never appeared in a Movida documentary, which is intriguing; many bands visited his home to catch a glimpse of the evolving music. Casal stood as a benchmark yet a private figure, someone who avoided envy, but whose presence was undeniably magnetic. The keyboardist also highlights how Casal was enviable in more ways than one.
Behind the surface of a striking look lay a unique sound and musical creativity. Those who knew him well remember that he never went out without careful dress, groomed hair, and dyed style. Yet this visual empire rested on a singular artistic voice that defined an era.
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“Tino loved all kinds of music. People today aren’t as eclectic as they used to be,” reflects Julián Ruiz. Casal didn’t hide behind a façade; he could reach incredibly high pitches or move into deeper tones with remarkable control. He refused to be dismissed as mere spectacle, and his lyric writing carried serious, thoughtful weight. Could there be singers like him today in Spain? The answer remains elusive. He reportedly possessed almost four octaves and a fearless approach to themes. When asked if there are modern equivalents, Ruiz notes that Casal’s Black Label era remains a singular reference that still invites reconsideration.
The Asturian artist’s verses and compositions carried rebellion and discord, responding poetically to his anxieties and thoughts. Enchanted was a major commercial success, yet Los Pájaros from Etiqueta Negra reveals a raw, unguarded Casal who shed his glamorous aura to expose the truth beneath. The song displayed a rare blend of boldness and vulnerability, challenging judgments made with narrow and curious gazes. It marked Casal as a voice ahead of his time, a beacon for freedom as Spain emerged from dictatorship.
Other tracks such as African chic blend tribal and electronic textures, while Poker for a Loser and Fear, along with Etiqueta Negra, Malaria, Azúcar Moreno, Legal e ilegal, and One more minute, expanded a catalog that showcased his wide range. Later that year, tracks like Pánico en el Eden from Hielo Rojo and Eloise, a remarkable cover of Bryan Ferry’s Evelyn, solidified Casal’s reputation as a profound interpreter of global sounds. Eloise is often cited as a standout arrangement worthy of study for contemporary artists.
What would Casal be today? Losada offers a candid view: his sensitivity to shabby aesthetics would likely have prompted him to pursue a different path in a music scene that has shifted dramatically over the last four decades. A fatal car crash on September 22, 1991, ended his life when the vehicle collided with a lamppost in Madrid while en route to Castilla. He was not wearing a seat belt. The injury proved fatal, and the loss felt like a lighthouse extinguished in Spain. Casal’s voice and vision linger as a vivid memory, a reminder of a bright, possibly unattainable, standard for future generations. The final words of his passing echoed through the culture, hinting at a daybreak that could never quite arrive.