This band is probably the best thing that’s happened to the Tijuana punk scene in a while. They seem to be down to play almost every show that gets booked, and their set just keeps getting tighter and tighter, to the point where it’s squeezing you like a vice. This eight-song demo is recorded very well, which gives this recording a lot of energy. Lyrically, they tackle everything from walking through the parts of this city that resemble hell (“Cruce de Caminos”), not being a loser (“No Soy Un Perdedor”), and hopelessness (“Morning Blues”). Musically, it’s all over the place in just the right way. There’s an intro straight off a Fucked Up 7”, there are some moments you feel the breakdowns are about to cave in on you, and even some Millencolin-sounding ‘90s punk. These songs have carved themselves into my brain with hooks that gig deep and words that hit close. Did I mention these guys can actually play their instruments very well? Because they can. If ever anyone has actually checked something out I’ve recommended, this is the time.
–Rene Navarro (Self-released)