The Spanish trio known as like their garage rock loose and trashy, enough so that they barely sound in control of their simple, fun-loving songs. The guitars clang and chime in blown-out splendor, the bass is barely audible aside from a thudding sound in the background, and the drums sound like trashcans with half-shattered lids. Above the din, guitarist howls and yelps like a frustrated hound, shredding vocal chords and probably a mike or two in the process. The group's first album, 2016's , is a rambunctious bundle of nuggets, dug from the graves of numerous '60s bands (from to ), then brought back to life in fine, frenzied fashion. Jumping from one jacked-up tune to the next, have the same kind of energy and spirit as , but where that band had a snarky, frat boy undertone at times, these guys just sound like they're having a drunken blast as they bash out the three-chord jams. Along with the paint-peeling rockers that make up the bulk of the album, they slow it down a couple times for a touch of the teen melancholy. "The Road That Brings You Home" has a bit of mid-'60s in its gambling gait, "No Me Gustas, Te Quiero" has a pleasantly dirge-like beat and 's calmest vocal, and the title track has some nice yowling girl group action happening. The flat-out rockers are best, but these few moments of introspection aren't half bad. Pretty good, actually. The whole album is pretty good, sometimes even really good. may not be doing anything new or even close to it, but they give the corpse of garage rock a good kick, and that's a pretty cool. ~ Tim Sendra