Jorge Martínez, Ilegales frontman, dies at 70

Jorge Martínez, the punk who never tamed himself

Jorge Martínez, the frontman of Ilegales, has died at the age of 70 trinc a cancer that incapacitated him in just two and a half months. He announced it himself in September: he was halting his tour to undergo treatment. Twenty concerts scheduled between September and December remained, along with his newly released album, Young and Arrogant. The news hit hard among those who grew up with his songs and those who had spent years debating his legacy.

What peine and when it became known

The official statement confirmed it bluntly: an illness brought down in two and a half months a figure who seemed indestructible. Jorge Martínez, the soul and animal spirit of Ilegales, was 70. The tour promoting his latest album was left hanging, and the twenty concerts planned for September, October, November, and December will never take place. The band hoped to resume activity after their leader improved. There was no time.

The musician’s career began long before punk. While Franco was still alive, he obtained his musician’s license—mandatory at the time to perform—and started in orchestras. He began studying Law but did not finish. At 20, he left his family home. His first serious band, around 1977, was called Madson, antiestéticaturing his brother Juan. Even then, his provocative style emerged: “Don’t smoke marijuana or that shit hash, you know heroin gets you higher,” went one of those lyrics.

The legacy: lyrics that wouldn’t pass muster today

There is consensus on one thing: Ilegales was a band that pulled no punches. Their songs dealt with sensual issues, imaginary spies, and provocations that would sound scandalous today. One comment sums up the contrast: “Can anyone imagine a band led by a guy with a crazy face performing at a school and vomiting phrases like ‘I have a sensual problem,’ ‘Heil Hitler!’ or ‘I’m the one spying on children’s games’?” The implicit answer is no. That was another country.

The debate over his figure is split in two. For some, he was a great without nuance: “One of the best in Spanish music and a great person.” For others, he was an uncomfortable character who bowed to pandemic consensus. The label of “tamed rocker” appears several times, always linked to his public stance on vaccines and lockdowns. Death by cancer, within this framework, has been read by some as confirmation of his suspicions. There is no proof of this. Cancer does not distinguish between obedient and rebellious.

The persona: cultured, unpredictable, dangerous

Those who knew him describe him as unclassifiable. Superintelligent and kind, but also a tough bastard, summarizes someone who crossed paths with him in Asturias. He could talk about art, history, or Roman legion formations with exquisite manners and, suddenly, snap and start throwing bottles until he was alone. It wasn’t a pose. He was like that.

He is also attributed a well-off family background: the son of a judge in Franco’s Spain, a rich kid from Oviedo who played the rebel while financially secure. This paradox didn’t diminish the merit of the songs, but fueled suspicion that the persona was more construction than truth. His defenders respond with the usual argument: art isn’t measured by the author’s biography.

What remains: a generation growing older

Jorge Martínez’s death has served for something more than reviewing his discography. It has prompted many to look back and recount what it was like leaving bars in the eighties. In one bar, Ilegales, Leño, Los Suaves, Eskorbuto played; in the next, The Smiths, New Order, Cocteau Twins; in the next, Triana, Los Chunguitos, Camarón. Then, the disco. The feeling that life ahead was eternal.

Today, that generation is in their fifties and sixties. And they are beginning to bury their icons. “We realize that no matter how good things go, we have much less time left than we’ve already lived,” writes someone summarizing the general mood. It’s not a lament for Jorge Martínez. It’s a lament for everyone.

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Jorge Martínez leaves behind a catalog that hasn’t been reissued with the solemnity of other contemporaries and a biography no one has fully managed to tame. With these elements, it is predictable that his figure will grow in the coming years, that the lyrics will be read with more distance and less scandal, and that Spanish punk will continue looking for a replacement that doesn’t arrive. Although, given who he was, one shouldn’t trust the predictable.