Ruling a drug-smuggling cartel with an iron fist and a taste for blood keeps a man busy, or so it would seem.
Brujeria
, the band whose members want you to believe they're machete-wielding lunatics from Mexico (though they're actually death metal and grindcore dudes who congregate in California), went 16 years between albums by the time they finally released
Pocho Aztlan
. While a lot happened during that downtime -- including a hiatus, plenty of touring, and the departure of two of the band's founders,
Asesino
(
Dino Cazares
of
Fear Factory
) and
Gueero Sin Fe
Billy Gould
Faith No More
) -- from a musical standpoint,
makes it clear
are up to their dirty business as usual. The album boasts a more robust production than
's work of the '90s, with the fury of the guitars and drums sounding crisp and muscular as they drop heavy violence on the ears of their listeners, but the nature of the band's assault is very much the same. The volleys of minor-key guitar growling, precise machine-gun drumming, and rancorous Spanish-language vocals spat out in a howl of rage are as punishing as ever, and the bursts of six-string shrapnel from
Hongo
(aka
Shane Embury
Napalm Death
A. Kuerno
Chris Paccou
) boast both ferocity and taut, surgical focus. The vocals from
Juan Brujo
John Lepe
) hit with the impact of a fist to the jaw, even if you don't speak English, and though there's plenty of jet-black humor on this album, you laugh at this depiction of a land in chaos at your peril. From a thematic standpoint,
don't break all that much new ground on
, as their obsessions with violence, drugs, and evil in various forms remain essentially unchanged. But in spite of the personnel changes and a long layoff from the studio,
sounds like a beating from a bunch of border guards, followed by a quick slice to the throat, which is exactly how
were meant to sound. Points added for closing with an inspired
Dead Kennedys
cover/rewrite. ~ Mark Deming