Mariachi El Bronx's Stage Outfits All About Respect
- Posted on Nov 25th 2009 4:06AM by Matt Glazebrook
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The concertgoing couple in zarapes, ten-gallon hats and cowboy boots clearly didn't get the memo; Mariachi El Bronx tread sensitively in their borrowing of Mexican culture. "We don't wear sombreros, which are part of the charro suit, because we're white, and it's disrespectful," explained guitarist Joby Ford before Monday's tour-closing gig at London's Islington Academy, the group's biggest UK show in their Latin-flavored guise. "We would get killed if we f----- around and didn't have respect. People would seriously come and kill us." Happily, our amiable Euro-vaqueros faced no such danger on a night heavy on good humour and sing-a-longs, despite the gritty traditions of the rebel music invoked onstage. Mariachi El Bronx -- the acoustic, tequila-infused alter-egos of Los Angeles punk bruisers the Bronx -- may be surprised by their UK popularity ("Last night in Oxford I was talking to a mom who was into mariachi music and a daughter who likes punk bands," recalled Ford pre-gig. "That's the Bronx, bringing families together!"), but it was easy to see why their euphoric live show has transcended cultural boundaries.
Stocky, grizzled vocalist Matt Caugthran, when he wasn't beaming like a particularly beatific Staffordshire bull terrier, demonstrated vocal chops far beyond the standard hardcore bark. In his hands, the vengeful refrain of stand out 'Holy' -- "Mother Mary, let them all die slowly" -- sounded far more plaintive and lovely than it had any right to.
The packed auditorium gave the feel of a homecoming show. A buoyant 'Slave Labor,' dedicated to the band's earlier selves on their first UK tour as the Bronx, added to the celebratory vibe. Elsewhere, covers of Prince's 'I Would Die 4 U' and Warren Zevon's 'Carmelita.' and a brand new Christmas tune called 'Lady Rosales.' fleshed out a Mariachi El Bronx-heavy set, before an ultra-rare outing for the spine-tingling 'My Love' and a joyous 'Clown Powder' sent the odd mix of tattooed and pierced hardcore kids and corduroy-clad mums and dads swaying happily out into the night.




