'Tales From Monographic Oceans': a freewheeling journey through a stretch of sea, cutting across the isthmuses of some discographies (Los Lobos 40, 7)
'You wouldn’t want your daughter to marry one of these guys, but you would want them to play at her wedding': music for both old and new emigrants in the Barrio of the City of Angels, amidst dives, brothels, and the Santa Virgen de Pilàr, tex-mex and punk’n’roll, a tradition revised and corrected from both sides of the Rio Grande and also - yes - modernity.
In short, for forty years, always in the mouths of the Wolves.
Tears of God