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BEEHOOVER

Heavy Zooo
(Exile On Mainstream)

CAPSULE
Blue
(Robotic Empire)

TOTAL FUCKING
DESTRUCTION
Peace, Love and Total Fucking
Destruction
(Enucleation)

ZOZOBRA / CLOUDS
Bird of Prey / We Are Above You
(Hydra Head)

LOS LLAMARADA
Against the Day
(Avant!)

CELESTINE
At the Borders of Arcadia
(Milkweed)

LIKE BLACK HOLES IN 
THE SKY
Tribute to Syd Barrett
(Dwell)
 
BEFORE THE RAIN
...One Day Less
(Major Label Industries)
 
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LOS LLAMARADA
Against the Day
(Avant!)

There is such an authentic feeling to music like this. There is such a crude aspect of reality that is bluntly displayed through the ultra lo fi sounds of Monterrey’s Los Llamarada that I can only wonder what they were on to conceive something as gritty, bleak and beautiful as this.  As the first (title) track of this two song seven inch gets started it is obvious that this Mexican quartet is going for the hiss and the dirt; this is the type of recording that sounds like the tenth generation tape copy of a vinyl rip. That alone gives the music of Los Llamarada a bittersweet spirit, because these two songs do have in them a melancholical sound. Be it that guitar (is it a guitar?) psychedelically ringing during “Against the Day” or the saddened melodies or the rolling mountain of noise that later takes over the song, it’s pretty clear, as much as these muchachos are punk, they are psyche, they are indie and they are garage. They remind me of bands like The Gories, but also of more obvious ones, like those cited in their MySpace page like Wire and even Sonic Youth before they made money.

 

Side B includes two songs; “The Last Time” which has a more The Fall feeling. In parts the vocalist sounds like he is impersonating Mark E Smith’s rumble-like delivery. The music is skeletical, vacant drums, strings in the back, and what sounds like…harmonicas…is that it? To tell you the truth I don’t know. The third and last song is “The Blanket Escape”, a sweet and short piece based on a steady beat and a shitload of noise. There isn’t much more in the shape of coherence, just garage rock played at its loosest and wildest, like the careless and spirited version of somebody’s first garage band rehearsal, Los Llamarada capture just the right moment.

 

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