Las Malas Amistades are a bizarre musical anomaly. Signed to Honest Jon's they eke out what might be described as an 'individual' sound for themselves. Their latest offering is much the same as the first, only they move from the garden (Jardin Interior) onto the patio (Patio Bonito). Patio Bonito is a much more upbeat jaunty affair, with more fake trumpets, maracas and fiesta castanets.
At times they are just straight up weird, singing jolting out of key ditties on out of tune guitars, and third world keyboards with a stuck demo button. As much as I enjoy this, I'm aware it's a bit indulgent of me. However, at other times they sound like the soundtrack to a Wes Anderson film, the tinny samba beats on the cheapo casios placed in their element next to underdeveloped wah-wah synths and off-kilter vocals that just won't settle on a melody.
It's rare that any of the tracks hit the two-minute mark, often breaking off after one, but this works on their side, the ridiculousness not indulged too much - just the toes dipped quickly into a wildly individual and anti-intellectual musical experiment.
Las Malas Amistades - Hay Zombies En La Playa (I would like this to be my theme tune as I walk jauntily down the street with headphones on.)
Las Malas Amistades - El Mismo Pesimiso
Las Malas Amistades - Estrella De La Cancio
Read more and look and the cut and paste artwork here, make sure to flick to the blog, its not in English, but the artwork is super, I selected some for this post: bearded children (entitled 'crimino'), humping motorbikes, what to pick? I chose the gnomes on the settee.
NB: Malo in your face is in reference to track 2 from Jardin Interior, the lyrics for which are all about things that are bad, 'malo'. They translate to (courtesy of the sleeve, not google):
bad like a dog with a limp
bad like a kid with messed up hair
bad like a borrowed shoe
....and ends with the lines...
bad like a loan left hanging or like synchronised swimming.
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