Will Spector y Los Fatus is psychobilly derived from the swampy sounds by Los muertos, crossbred with electronic music from Huesca and a serious hangover. The tremors creep up from the deepest catacombs; nihilism in the form of a three-minute song. Junk delight for all black grape lovers and fans of irresistible melodies alike.
There’s room in the band’s imaginary universe for all these: casual sex, the miseries of our century, stimulants cut short, dimmed toilet lights, the pleasures of mayhem (I come in, you come out, the two of us locked in): Los Fatus glorify vital denials and the loser’s pride.
Their tendency to self-parody uncovers an exquisite, immediate lyrical prowess. That’s where their discourse is directed to under the baton of a Casitone keyboard: proto-punk, synth-rock, new wave reminiscences, Madchester sound… This is dance music for people who’ve failed in life, for students living in exile, for clumsy drunkards knocking drinks over, and for people keen on masturbatory fantasies: they will all be in their element.
