Notes: Another
slab of wax from the purveyors of the lazy Latin sound. Think of
the Tijuana Brass a few miles further south of the border. On this,
their fourth album, they continue in the same tradition set by
their earlier records. It's a good sound for sitting on the patio
with a tall cool one and watching the steaks sizzle on the grill.
And to further endear itself to me there is a rippin' version of Ghost
Riders in the Sky. Once again the cover depicts the boys in, "...their
horsehair moustaches, fuming cigars, ill-fitting haberdashery...".
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