El Mariachi – Crux LP

Beschreibung

Labe­l­in­fo:

In a time when the death cult of this capi­ta­lism-thinga­ma­bob beco­mes even more obvious, a gre­at amount of cloud-rap-auto­tu­ne to beco­me Chan­cell­or is miss­ing. But, hey, I‚m still in love with lar­ge parts of that punk rock. And a band that makes the word “soli­da­ri­ty” one of the main the­mes of their album the­se days (“Grand­pa, you’re repea­ting yours­elf.”) wit­hout being embar­ras­sing ear­ns a place in my heart.

That is, if the band hadn’t had it alre­a­dy anyway:

At El Mariachi con­certs, you might see peo­p­le in the first row (“never seen that at punk con­certs”) in Get Up Kids shirts next to a deter­mi­ned Slime shirt. I saw El Mariachi twice at the end of 2018, after their final show at the time, in 1848 in front of the Pauls­kir­che. And I still had the fee­ling ever­yo­ne was decent­ly (!) going bana­nas, wit­hout sud­den­ly fin­ding mys­elf in a room full of ass­ho­les. A rare fee­ling. Cha­peau. It was loud, it was noi­sy, and yet the­re was always some­thing to bring about an amo­rous smi­le. It was too hot, and yes, it was also a bit beery, peo­p­le were having fun, and I’m thirst­ing so much for the next time….

The third album is awe­so­me. It’s their best. It’s even fun­ny (The end of the song „Gra­tis Geld“ is God). It’s melan­cho­lic and com­ba­ti­ve. It’s El and Mariachi: Ger­man lyrics that con­vey some­thing like a con­cre­te atti­tu­de wit­hout making your toe­nails wrap around your neck, straight punk pai­red with rhyth­mic melo­dies for bil­li­ons. All of that in its par­ti­cu­lar com­bi­na­ti­on makes the album some­thing very, very spe­cial. It is the last bul­let for the ten­der­ness of the peo­p­les and against Chris­ti­an Lind­ner. The­r­e­fo­re, the Gol­den Hen 2021 goes to El Mariachi!