This guy is clearly in love with himself, I think as I glance at the cover, featuring photos of him in various outfits. Wow, I'm thinking, this shit better kick some fucking ass. And it kind of does. Jorge Rubiera eschews a traditional band for a bit of help from Down Home Southernaires personnel on some tracks, coming up with a slightly all-over-the-map version of lo-fi garage rock with a heavy glam, '70s-arena carnival feel. Imagine the Fucking Champs, Scissor Sisters, Mr. Bungle, and Hombres G sniffing some coke with ? and the Mysterians — but with a little "Latino" in it. Maybe Rubiera doesn't gel well with others — surprise, surprise — but this works well for me.
Here's a no-brainer: Get a producer who plays trumpet and sings, and match him up with a unique band featuring special guests, who all together explore different styles of Latin music. OK. Luis "Papo" Márquez has gotten himself a veritable who's who of local talent as well as some international stars. Here's the breakdown: rock, funk, son, gaita, rumba, and so on, as performed by Papo and his pals Arturo Sandoval, Giovanni Hidalgo, Ed Calle, Rayito, Gonzalo Rubalcaba, et al. Some songs are for shaking your ass; some are for Grammy to enjoy. Of the 12 tracks, "Santo Remedio," "Pa' Bravo Yo," and the title track are the coolest. There's a slight world music streak too, if that's your thing.