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.
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