En Español Por Favor, Piyama Party
Independiente, Mexico
Rating: 74
by Jeziel Jovel
Piyama Party is an acknowledgement to indolence, an ode to teenage angst, and a real testament to a youth-in-verse. It’s a band that’s substantially interested in frivolity, and they make sure to remind us that we are the last generation to feel nostalgia remembering life before computers, that we are the kids of the 90’s growing up on an age of transition: from hand-written letters to electronic mail. Life, as we knew it, going from analog to digital. Piyama Party triggers the young and naïve, but above all, those who experience uneasiness from society: the upshot from combinations of cigarettes and alcohol, drugs and television, music and porn, junk food and pop culture-hoarded bedrooms. Living the days like we’re never really asleep and never really awake. All you need is love, all you want is sex, and all you have is porn.
After the preamble and curiosity introduced on their previous installment Culipandeo, Piyama’s latest record, En Español Por Favor, is a complete collection of the Piyama Party essence. Mastermind Luis Ángel Martínez continues to record at home, this time crafting a total of 17 songs that cohesively point to the future. “El único equipo en el que mejor funciono no es otro más que mi banda de rock,” sighs Martínez in first single “Compañeros,” responding to the unease of a society that pretends to be collective but who can’t behold the weird ways of a prolific songwriter like Martínez.
It’s easy to jump on the bandwagon of not taking Piyama Party’s lyrical content seriously, but some of their vernacular should be taken seriously. When Rockdrigo Gonzalez mocked himself in his 1989 ode-to-abysmal classic “El Feo,” he blurred the lines between an audience that was laughing with him, and those laughing at him. Rockdrigo since tried to disassociate from “El Feo’s” ridicule and struggled to be taken seriously until the day of his death. I’m not saying that this is where Piyama Party’s career is heading. Not at all. But as a song of by Interpol says, “If your life is such a big joke, why should I care?” It may seem inoffensive and light-headed, but this is the album where Piyama Party mediates its future (a transitory album of sorts).
Piyama Party knows there’s a right dose of humor rock and roll music can sustain. The thing is that, a constant mocking-on-yourself behavior surely affects the thematic scope of a record like En Español Por Favor. The album is weakened when the band’s known languid attitude hits the melody and harmonies. Songs like “Anti-Yoga,” “Super Junior,” and even the title track play dangerously relaxed –so much in fact, that the rhythmic continuity of the record is put at risk. On the other side, we have really high moments like the self-resolved, album-best “Ella es un diamante,” which belongs to the newer stage of Piyama Party as opposed to most of the songs included on this record which began to be recorded back in 2010.
En Español Por Favor isn’t the best album Piyama Party has made, but it’s not a regression either. In fact, it’s a bit of an essential Piyama Party album. We can certainly say it's an album for fans. This is the one record that seamlessly blends the good, the bad and the fucked up from the PP experience. This is also a reminder that they’re one of the few great bands out there with the ability of granting meaning to the worn tag of indie rock, and the true DIY blueprint.
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Piyama Party - Culipandeo EP

Culipandeo EP, Piyama Party
Rating: 84
Independiente, México
by Enrique Coyotzi
Oh, Piyama Party, how you crack me up. Sometimes, you bring about nasty, kinky feelings. Other times, you make me want to take loads of drugs (any kind accepted) and stay at home contemplating nothingness. Occasionally, it's simply the impulse to listen to some Dinosaur Jr. or Pixies and devour all kinds of junk food. Or my favorite: the image of a crusty lover, a disorganized bed, and being hella high in a favorite songs marathon til dawn. Whatever mundane thoughts they bring to mind, point is, the Coahuila idols, led by witty lyricist and singer Luis Ángel Martínez, shouldn’t be taken that seriously—at least not lyrically, even though it’s crucial to their cleverness. Piyama Party already has obtained a legendary mipster status thanks to landmark indie classics such as “Nosotros los rockers” or “Fan de Carcass.” At this stage, I’d dare to declare them the equivalent of Pavement in Mexican indie rock and, under that comparison, their so-fucking-good, constantly diverse Culipandeo EP would be the equivalent to the California heroes' magnanimously well-thought Wowee Zowee.
Upgrading the mostly unpolished, rocking spirit of Más Mejor, as well as Michael Está Vivo’s upbeat approach and appreciation of rhythm boxes and synths, Culipandeo focuses on several diverse styles that go from abrasive garage punk (“Siéntate en mi cara”), reminiscent western-like tunes (“Abridor”), insane keyboard-flavored curious mixtures (“Culipandeo”), acoustic guitar-based marvels (“Sexo, drogas y comida chatarra”), and pretty much kick ass, careless, filthy indie rock, which this time results in a softer yet frantic collection of eight essential songs that could each stand on their own, since they are stylistically all over the place. As a whole, they serve as your perfect 18-minute, strongly tied, fleeting soundtrack of what we in Mexico commonly refer to as “echar la hueva.” Hilarious opener “Elton” is a perfect example of why Piyama Party’s lyrics shouldn’t be overanalyzed, but simply enjoyed. “A ti te encanta Elton John/con sus lentes y su piano/pero yo no estoy celoso/porque es un maricón,” Martínez laughably tells his girl, who's a hardcore Elton John fan. Seriously, I could imagine a member of the "gay community" (hate that term) offended by it, or a casual listener believing it's a homophobic gesture, but it ain't. Martínez’s wordplay is ingenious, looking forward to just having some fun being irreverent. The situations he portrays are silly yet so familiar. He’s a comical, carefree, clever guy whose voice speaks through many others.
Extending on pop culture references, “Las chicas de Bret” is an exhilarating tribute to Bret Michaels’ entourage of generally wasted suitors during his VH1 reality show, Rock of Love. “Sexo, drogas y comida chatarra” is easily one of the best tunes the band has crafted throughout their abundant career. Funky guitar playing, fresh percussion, and sexy electric distortion are all present in this ardently, stimulating highlight about how to spend time with a companion in a bedroom (“vamos a ver porno, a jugar videojuegos toda la noche"). Later on, the vocalist soothingly narrates how his mind goes out of this world while driving and getting distracted with those hot girls on the street in the stupefying “Podría provocar un accidente.” Title track “Culipandeo” is a rendition of a sexually-fueled dance that basically consists of rubbing ass against pelvis (a sort of not so over the top daggering, more like perreo; check that cover!) is hugely rhythmic, richly frenetic, and ventures into uncharted eclectic territory for the group. “Abridor” commences with some latent heat, momentarily transporting to some Ennio Morricone landscape, and “Si yo fuera presidente,” an uplifting take on Argentina’s Ignacio Copani’s original piece, works as a subtle take on the country’s shitty current political panorama. At this point, no doubt Piyama Party would do better than any of the unconvincing candidates. Tumultuous, senses-hammering closer “Siéntate en mi cara” kicks everyone’s asses, evoking some of Dávila 666/Las Ardillas best moments and serving as another gold-star-on-the-forehead moment for these earnest badasses.
As I’ve read on other reliable blogs, the band supposedly/hopefully will release their third full-length this year. While it isn't official, let’s just say that Culipandeo has set the anticipation bar quite high and, temporarily, but satisfyingly, quenched our thirst. This is such a tremendous, compelling EP which I already anticipate referring to as a must in the future. Reaffirming themselves as one of Mexico’s quintessential underground bands, Piyama Party has demonstrated a jaw dropping trail, and the sparse, high-grade Culipandeo simply shines as their best release so far.
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