I would like to start by quoting Spin magazine writer Doug Brod, who's review single-handedly made me buy this CD:
"You know that album your host puts on when somebody leaves for a beer run and everyone's tripping over empties as they sloppily tug at whoever's closest to dance or make out with, and it sounds like maybe some punk band nailing traditional Mexican music without ever approaching smirking novelty - kind of exotic, yet immediately accessible - and three gloriously heart-rending songs in, the whole room starts asking increduously, "Who is this?" This is that band."
With that wonderfully composed gratuitously run-on sentence Mr. Brod captures perfectly the very essence of this CD. The group, actually named The Bronx, and their semi-eponymous fourth album is an instant classic. Check out songs like "Despretador" and the sweeping "My Brother The Gun".
I guarantee that you have nothing like Mariachi El Bronx in your music collection and that you need it and don't even know. One time through and you'll be hooked.
Buzzy
PS: Sorry and Thanks to Doug Brod for letting me steal your words! I couldn't have done it better by a mile!
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