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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