Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Caballero Rojo! La Momia! Mister Moto! Ah, the names alone take me back to my years as un poco chupacabra in Buenos Aires, with my mug of steaming Ovaltino and a fistful of capybara jerky watching Los Titanes en el Ring. Ah memorias. Now I can sing along with the songs of my youth with this fine album, offered by Viejitos Chotos, obrigato and hasta el fuego for that, mi amigo.