Cafe Tacuba: los reyes
Cafe Tacuba: los reyes

10 Rock en Español Albums to Listen to Before You Die

Every Mexican I know has been laughing these past couple of weeks over Rolling Stone's lame attempt to get wabs to pick up their magazine--oh wait, you didn't hear about it? Where they did a double-cover featuring one in English and another en español--in the back, of course? Hey, Jann Wenner: Plessy v. Ferguson was found unconstitutional a while back, you know?

About the only thing that didn't outright suck was their list of the 10 greatest "Latin rock" albums of all time, and that's only because it was written by my good pal, Ernesto Lechner, who, next to Josh Kun and Enrique Lopetegui, was the best critic of the genre back in our salad days (and I wonder what their list would be?). But even Ernesto's list had to be partly watered down for gabacho tastes (seriously, che: Abraxas?), not just in the album choices, but in that title of "Latin rock," a title for a genre no one has used for a decade (the preferred choice for critics is "Latin alternative," although for the diehards, it'll always be rock en español)

Any 10-whatever-your-modifier list is always wrought with danger, but let me make a case for mine. It'll have some of the greatest albums in the genre, sure, but consider this a simultaneous list for gabachos who want to know what all the fuss is about the genre and for rockeros who need some self-reflection about a genre that once seemed poised to rule the world but is now stuck in a rut of reunions and Zoe ripoffs. This list won't include the pioneers ala Charly Garcia, El Tri, Botellita de Jerez and others because that's the advanced level, chavos: this is for the rookies. And definitely no Brazilians--that's another list. And so, let the second-guessing begin!

10. ¿Dondé Están los Ladrones?, Shakira

Nowadays, the world knows the


as a blonde


, a conquering goddess of goodwill--and it's something that drives the hardcore fans among us crazy,

with accusations of vendida and past-her-prime

whispered all the time even as she sells out arena after stadium. And the English-language media has always been perplexed by Shakira's English-language efforts and its bevy of mixed and dead metaphors. But to dismiss Shakira as light pop is to dismiss her profound effect on femininity in Latin America. Unlike


princesses like pre-

Julieta Venegas


Ely Guerra

, or

Andrea Echeverri



struck a perfect tone between accessibility and rebellion, allowing teenage Latinas in the

United States

to dream of not having to be an


beauty to be successful as a woman in

Latin America


1998's ¿Dónde Están los Ladrones? is the album that all conscious Chicanas owned and played non-stop from junior high through college, and it's a portend of the Shakira to come, if rougher (and better) around the edges than the present rendition, as best captured by "Ciego, Sordomuda" ("Blind, Deaf, and Dumb"). 14 years later, this song still roars out of the speakers heralding the dawn of a new era--if only Shakira's present stuff was as rip-roaring as this. And bring back those natty dreads!

9. The New Sound of the Venezuelan Gozadera, Los Amigos Invisibles

The trend in Latin alternative for the past seven years has been enjoyable, hedonistic music devoid of politics, not even in a metaphorical, disguised manner (ala


), a response to the trials and tribulations and fatigue that Latin America goes through since forever. Take that into consideration, and the best group in that vein becomes Venezuelan sextet, who left the country after the craziness involving

Hugo Chávez

and thus

have devoted their career to some of the funkiest, sex-crazed tracks this side of Blowfly

. Their love of funk and disco bunnies mixed with Latin American percussion rhythms predated the tribal movement currently the rage in Mexico and even the much-celebrated

Nortec Collective

, and this 1998 effort set the template, with paeans to anal sex ("

El Disco Anal

") and "

Ponerte En Cuatro" ("Put You on All Fours

") a devilish stream of double-entendres anchored by thunderous timbales that step aside for drum machines and synths. Really, it could've been any Los Amigos Invisible album, as they're one long stew of sex-funk fun--and isn't that what Latinos ultimately want?

8. El Nervio del Volcán, Caifanes

Probably one of the most legitimate criticisms people can make about rock

en español

is the propensity toward arena rock--and not just any arena rock, but the kind that makes

Led Zeppelin

look like a folks quartet haunting a coffee shop in the


during the early 1960s. This explains the enduring popularity of overwrought groups like the Mexican


, the

Spanish Héroes del Silencio

, the

ArgentineEnanitos Verdes

, and many more. But the gods of that genre remain


(and their later incarnation,


) whom you might remember as the group that supposedly caused the quick sellout of


back in 2011,

much to the racist consternation of dumb hipsters everywhere

. Yes, they're


over-the-top, yes they're bombastic, yes lead singer

Saúl Hernández

thinks of himself too much of as a shaman, but this group launched a thousand


, who started delving into pre-Hispanic mysticism from Mexico and the Caribbean. Their brand is best shown on their last album, recorded in 1994 and featuring one giant mosh pit of anthems like this one, "



7. Hola/Chau, Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

I was never into the Argentine group as much as I was supposed to, if only because I caught them at the end of their career, when they were going through the motions. And I'm actually a bigger fan of lead singer



solo efforts

. But when they were on, they were on, and the proof is in this live double-album, a recording of their final concert before breaking up--that is, before the incessant pleas of nostalgia by fans had them reunite a couple of years ago, to middling results. You just don't get the greatest hits (like

"El Matador

," perhaps the first rock

en español

song to cross over when it appeared in

Grosse Point Blank

) but the rush of tens of thousands of fans and a rejuvenation of the war horses, if only for a night.

6. Clandestino, Manu Chao

This album is the


of Latin alternative, spun to annoying death by by progressive


who think they're down for

la causa

because they once attended a Chao concert in


, or because they once had a Chicana girlfriend who introduced them to it.


is so overplayed at this point by


that I have a visceral reaction to it of nausea, just like I did to the

Beach Boys

for years because


spins them so much. And this sucks, because Chao's 1998 effort (damn, 1998 was a banner year for the genre, ¿

qué no

?) is a bona fide masterpiece:

a pastiche on the underclass

underscored by reggae, comedy (this song,

"Welcome to Tijuana

" bashes Mexican politicians and American imperialism, all with

Herb Alpert

brass) political rallying points, seemingly random audio excerpts, annoying voices, and all other sorts of music and philosophies absorbed by the gypsy-esque Chao. Honestly, this album should be higher on the list--but I still need to be deprogrammed from hating it.

5. Hijos del Culo, Bersuit Vergarabat

I maintain that Bersuit is the most underrated rock

en español

group of them all, an anarchic collective ala

Ozomatliexcept raunchier, better, wilder and smarter

. Their live shows at the late, great

JC Fandango

were the stuff of legend, almost always ending with lead singer

Gustavo Cordera

commanding all the honeys to join him on stage and strut their stuff while their guys remained on the dance floor, slamming into each other silly. So why didn't they get more exposure ala

Soda Stereo


Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

? It's because they were stubbornly provincial, sticking to Argentine lingo and musical traditions that the rest of Latin America never bothered to learn, then smash them silly with punk and metal. Even more crucially, their song subjects are almost universally about Argentina in the 1990s and early 2000s, a

Grand Guignol

of a collapsing economy, corrupt government officials, the destroyed society that arose as a result, and the never-disappearing legacy of

los desaparecidos

of the

Dirty War

always lurking in the background. Their most famous song,

"Señor Cobranza,"

essentially accused then-President

Carlos Menem

of being a drug dealer; their best song,

"La Argentinidad al Palo

" (which translates as "

Hard-Core Argentinian

" but literally means "

A Boner for Argentina

") is as great an indictment of patriotism as

Paths of Glory


But their best album? Hijos del Culo (Sons of the Asshole--yeah, that's not going to cross over into Good Morning, America...). The tracks represents Bersuit at their most varied and playful, like "La del Toro," a ska-punk-flamenco mashup that imagines the band taking on the role of a bull and, um, sodomizing the bullfighter--the ultimate revenge of the 99 percent? In the Bersuit world, yes! And if you don't believe me, the album is dedicated to "the 70 percent of the Third World that has been born through the asshole--those who were shitted out."

4. Chúntaro Radio Poder, El Gran Silencio

Hard to believe now, but there was a time when


, Mexico was known for something other than its horrific narcowars, and that was its music scene. From the pop-funk of


to the musings of

Ely Guerra

to the

Pink Floyd

epics of


, this was a city that could've been another


, another

Mexico City

, another


--and the best band of them all was

El Gran Silencio

. They don't seem as sophisticated as their contemporaries since their music is essentially punk-vallenato-ragamuffin


--but when they had to put down the beers and


and get intellectual, the


whipped out this album, premised on an imaginary radio station spinning nothing but El Gran Silencio (and featuring actual Monterrey DJs). From here comes their ethos: partying, yes, but also lament, class and race criticism, politics, and reappropriation, all backed by an endless churn that made the couples dance and the men mosh. "Chúntaro Style" takes the title slur and turns it into a defiant

chinga tu madre

to all the haters, both Mexican and Americans, who want to denigrate the country folk of Mexico. Best live band I ever saw, and you'll never hear a better punk accordion EVER--not even with the



3. Amores Perros, Various Artists

The film

Amores Perros

remains one of the high points of Latin American popular culture, a breathtaking film that announced to the world that Mexico's once-glorious film industry was back, that Latin American directors were worthy of Hollywood, and launched a global fascination with Mexico City that has never gone away. And yet the two-disk soundtrack was better, a glorious pinball across all the big groups of Latin alternative at the time (

Cafe Tacuba, Control Machete, Bersuit, Julieta Venegas

) and unknowns mixed in with sonidero (

Los del Garrote

), rock urbano and all other unique-to-


genres and even

Celia Cruz

(!) that made the album simultaneously pan-American yet


. Even better, the album itself was both traditional sountrack (music from the film) and concept album, with the B-side songs written in the theme of

amores perros

(in other words, the idea that love is a bitch).

And the best song? The banda cover of "Dame El Poder," the Molotov standard that was already angry to begin with, yet in the horns of Banda Espuela de Oro menaces and swaggers in a way that the movimiento alterado pendejos only wish they could. A fabulous primer to the genre, and to 21st-century Latin America.

2. 11 Episodios Sinfónicos, Gustavo Cerati

One of the biggest problems I find in trying to turn


on to rock

en español

besides the language barrier that so many of the original efforts by the titans of the genre--

Caifanes, Cafe Tacuba


Soda Stereo

and the like--

are Spanish-language ripoffs

of the


, the



Violent Femmes

and other

New Wave

groups. To counter that, I turn them onto this relatively obscure album by a titan of the genre:

Gustavo Cerati

. He became a legend fronting Soda Stereo, which remains Argentina's most-beloved group, and earned international acclaim with his solo efforts with pensive electronica. This album ("

11 Symphonic Episodes

") is a greatest hits of his and Soda's career, but now backed by a symphony, and what could've easily been an exercise in pomposity becomes a beautiful, lush production that highlights Cerati's soaring tenor, his gorgeous chords, lyrics--in short, his overall genius.

Take the song featured here, "El Rito" (from Soda Stereo's 1986 Signos), which in its original incarnation sounds like some throwaway played on SiriusXM's First Wave station but in this production has the soaring optimism of Mussorgksy's "Pictures at an Exhibition." Released in 2001, just as Argentina was emerging from its annus horribilis, it also stands as a glorious testament to the indefatigable Argentine spirit and that of Cerati, who has been in a coma since 2010, the king resting.

And now, for número 1, which won't be a big surprise...

1. Re, Café Tacuba

This is also Lechner's choice, and the choice of almost every rock

en español

critic ever (save for a few


who'll always side with Cerati). Unimaginative scribes will call it Cafe Tacuba's

White Album

, or

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

, but I say it's closer to

London Calling

: a

cri du coeur

about a gargantuan, fucked-up wonderful metropolis (in the case of

los tacubos

, Mexico City) that only a native and a native alone can truly love and get. Like the


's magnum opus,


is a dizzying, breathless valentine through genres (in this album's case, the overt homages/parodies include trios, death metal, banda sinaloense, ranchera, son jarocho, New Wave, boleros, cumbia, merengue--and this short list doesn't include the swatches of God-knows-how-many-other genres that the group pops into the album just for the hell of it) featuring local slang and shout-outs, and with a patina of politics no modern Latin alternative band will ever attempt but which was the whole point of rock

en español

to begin with.

Actually, I'd put this album in a list of 10 greatest albums of all time, period, if only for this song: "Trópico de Cancer," about a petroleum engineer who tells his fellow workers he's quitting because he doesn't want to add further pollution and development to the world. Yes, it sounds like the most pretentious song in history--but only Cafe Tacuba could've made it into a romantic, danceable thing. And that it's only about the eighth-best song on Re shows the brilliance of this album. Listen to it, and you'll love Mexicans forever.

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