Alcaraz’s friend appears as a lecherous clown who lights up the party by starting a conga line. you name ’em, they’re pú, aka “puro mandilón.” (“ DEmasculated,” as my grandpappy and/or Urban Dictionary used to translate it.) In the video, Sr. Truckers, cops, Michoacanos, saints, etc. Great swaths of humanity get insulted here. At #18, Claudio Alcaraz has written his own exercise in banda-fied minimalism, “El Pú,” about a friend of his who likes to get drunk and insult people. The winners, as always, are you the readers.Įxcept they’re not all love songs this week! We start with not one but two big dumb cumbias.
#La revancha nortena a gritos professional
Welcome back to Songwriters’ Showcase, an apparently semiannual feature in which NorteñoBlog checks out the new love songs on Mexico’s radio chart, discovers that the world is a void wherein everything tastes like ashes, and attempts to salvage the post by researching the professional tunespinners who spun the tunes. Continue reading “Lo Mejor de 2016: Where the Action Is” → THIS, Grammy voters, is where the action is.Įven as NorteñoBlog congratulates living legend Vicente Fernández on winning his third Grammy for Best Regional Mexican Music Album (Including Tejano) (But Not Including Grupero ‘Cause That Shit Suuuuuuuux), we gotta note that this particular win is lame in a very Grammy-ish way. All in all, it’s as energetic and varied as any single-genre playlist you’re likely to find. At the top of the list, El Armenta offers a low-fi Lynchian nightmare of a cumbia about his girlfriend’s dog. La Rumorosa curses a terrible boyfriend Intocable mourns absent amor with distorted guitar and a smoking accordion solo. The guys in Los Titanes de Durango drive way too fast. El Bebeto and Banda Tierra Sagrada stop by to plug liquor Fuerza de Tijuana celebrates two real-life American narcos. There are love songs from guitar bands, brass bands, accordion bands, sax bands, and synth bands. The playlist includes a defiant statement of national pride from Los Inquietos and Marco Flores. Our playlist has El Komander singing about immigration in two very different, equally urgent songs: once from the vantage point of a mother whose son is missing, and once as a proudly binational drug dealer.