This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park.
We’re the renegades of funk.
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare – heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare.
I won’t spend another day in this heart attack city, it’s messed up here and everything’s money.
I’m living in a nightmare can’t you see, I need some musical therapy.
Watch your step, kid (yo, you best protect ya neck).
People are crazy and times are strange. I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range. I used to care, but things have changed.
Stay on top but remain from the underground – X to the Z and we all in the family.
Waitress, can I get a vodka martini with a twist of sub-lime? Thank you.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
This is love, this is love that I’m feeling.
I don’t think it’s crazy at all to say that this is one spectacular musical collection.
Don’t point the blame – just check out this frantically upbeat ska punk album.
Legit excellent world music, alt rock, funk, and pop from an eclectic group of bands and musicians.
Spooky cool carnivalesque organ against Misfits-ish dirty, fast-paced hardcore punk? Uh, yes please.
“Latin ska” is only the beginning: it’s an exuberant and energy-packed record that also incorporates hip hop, punk, hard rock, dub, and trip hop.
Shot out of a canon, hard funked up metal and other party-influenced sounds. And that’s for starters.
If I had to choose one word to describe this album, it’s swanky.