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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. www.pochanostra.com www.galindog.com |
