The 4th and greatest album yet from Madrid's rock'n'roll machine Los Chicos, a band constructed from the best parts of real rhythm'n'blues (as opposed to the pop music that gets called "R&B" these days), raucous garage rock, gritty pub'n'punk rock and a good measure of gospel. They put all those ingredients into the mix... and then kick the livin' shite out of it. Featuring a line up that makes the Cramps audience at Napa State look normal - a fast-talking, high-climbing frontman, a shaven-headed evil Doctor Pineapple, a bubble-permed bassist, and last but not least the only real twin guitar team treading the boards today, these are sounds that will get any rock'n'roll party jumping.