Guillermo Gómez-Peña +
Guillermo Galindo / back in L.A. / 02:02 / 2002

Forget the preachers and the soothsayers. When California slides into the Mexican Ocean, put Gómez-Peña and Galindo on your speed dial. This is old fashioned West Coast vision and prophecy time-warped into a future of digital polyculturalism that’s already here. Gómez-Peña speaks, shouts, whispers, and gushes in forked and curled tongues, a Nostradamus-Walter Mercado replicant who prays to Santa Selena and wears "Don’t Worry, Be Hopi" t-shirts. Galindo surrounds him in cut-up sounds clouds of opera, speed metal, and urban noise - a jagged electro-ambiance that converts the Hotel California into "la mansion de la muerte". These are chants for ethnic robots, rituals for post-millenial Mexican, and balms for the identity beleaguered. In other words, it’s fantasy and paranoia and hope and it comes in any language you want to make up.
Josh Kun.