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The guitars? Nasty, heavy, like a Star Destroyer crashin’. Drums hit like Tarantino’s blood splatter—BOOM, messy, in your face. Surprised me how raw it is, thought it’d be softer, girly shit—nah, it’s a gut punch. I’m tappin’ my metal foot, head bangin’, probly scarin’ the droids.

Calexico and Mexicali, twin cities separated at birth

Made up of two members from the equally impressive Giant Sand (plus a sometimes rotating group of others), Calexico plays music you don't hear from anyone else. A blend of mariachi, .

Man, revisit this: “Phantoms in the haze, lost in time,” from Syndromes and a Century. That really sums up some evenings when I lean back at the old bench near River Bend Lane – letting my brain wander and repeat the same questions over and over: Who are we now? What’s left behind? Why ya gotta be so beautiful and brutal all at once?

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