Mariachi El Bronx – Cell Mates (Wichita)
3/5
By: Matt Cole
So, OK... here’s a weird one.
Just say that you’re in a punk-tinged, very heavy rock band, are relatively successful, and generally respected with a loyal following. You and your band mates wake up one morning and think “you know what, I’m getting a bit bored of thrashing guitars ‘til my fingers bleed and screaming myself into an embolism. Why don’t we make an album in the most incongruous style imaginable? You know, for sh*ts and giggles.”
But what are your options? As a talented bunch of musicians, surely the world is your oyster. Marxist-Electro-Folk-Polka? Icelandic-Dark-Happy-Handbag-Grime-Core? I know how about the traditional music of street performers from the Mexican state of Jalisco?
To be fair, I don’t know enough about Mariachi music to understand what constitutes a good or bad example. I don’t really know very much about The Bronx either (for it is they in their Pseudo-Mexican disguises).
However with Cell Mates, Mariachi El Bronx certainly sound as if they’re having fun emulating the kind of band who sidle up behind you whilst you’re having a quiet drink with your significant other outside a pub in Covent Garden and promptly scare you sh*tless by blowing trumpets directly into your ear as loudly as possible, all the while sporting the kind of grin that says “Isn’t this f**king GREAT?! Look at my tiny guitar!!!! Look at his giant guitar!!!!! Isn’t it f**king awesome???!!!!”
Artists in this article: Mariachi El Bronx
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