Los Brandon Marlos don't merely play music; they rattle bones, scratch records, and shake the walls with a sound so primitive you can taste the dust from the garage floor. Its new single, "Vendo Drogas (I Sell Drugs)," is a punk riot submerged in the spirits of The Clash, Johnny Thunders, and a dirty, stubbled version of Chuck Berry, a middle finger encased in a rocksteady groove. This would be it if The Beatles' Revolution had a shady cousin who knew a guy.
The band recorded Vendo Drogas live, to analog, in the old-school way rock was supposed to be recorded dirty, unvarnished, crackling with the grease of a basement show on the wrong side of the tracks. It sounds like the '70s because it was created with the same reckless abandon that made that period dangerous and electric.
But in an age that glorifies glossy, overproduced hits, Los Brandon Marlos is determined to make people uncomfortable. This song refuses to be slotted into category playlists curated by an algorithm, and this song pops, loud and unabashed, into your world. Play it at your next family gathering, and you'll get a kick out of watching grandma's face contort in horror. Play it in your car and make pedestrians regret their life decisions. This isn't music for the masses; it's for people who still think that rock and roll is meant to be loud, ugly, and tattooed with an attitude.
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