Have you ever tried the feeling to stay in a violent and rural country where fights in the jails between two threadbare roosters is the most attended attraction? Have you ever been on Sunday morning on board of a car without conditioned air, perpetually glued behind a slow Sunday driver? Doesn't it seems to you that perhaps the place where you live is manipulated by incompetent people with big lobes of their ears? Well, this album will catapult you in marshy and gloomy zones, but at the same time you could suddenly be at the dustiest party ever made in the County of El Paso. We can describe these tracks as country'n'garage and mariachi'n'roll. This album is the best prophecy to turn a common rendez-vous into a turbulent vortex of dances, bathed by the worst guts-tearing whiskey you ever drained. "Very violent, barely rural, always country!"