Gnarly-ass powerviolence from Tijuana, Baja California. What’s not to love? It’s a recycled tape, having been recorded over some cheesy early ‘90s hip-hop, one that isn’t even on their Bandcamp. I love these guys, admittedly because I know them, and they’re cool dudes who are always willing to play a show where only twelve people are going to show up. They’ll tear into it just as hard regardless. They truly don’t give a fuck who is watching, and it comes across in an infectious way. Their name is equivalent to “Fucking Bus!” and they have taken it upon themselves to scrawl it all over the place. I’ve seen it on a police car. I’ve seen it on the dust of a door inside a militarized border. What’s not to love? Calafia Puta!
–Rene Navarro (Calafia Puta, calafiaputa.bandcamp.com)