‘Entrelazados. Rodeado. Caminas entre. Viboras. Viboras. Ellos te quieren vivo para su alimentacion. Exigen ser presente en el dolor’ (Viboras) ‘Intertwined. Surrounded. You’re walking in between.  Serpents. Serpents.  They want you alive for their feeding. They demand to be present in your pain’ (Serpents)

Santa Ana’s Tozcos have just reached their tenth year, and while they may not be the most prolific band, this, their second full-length, is a vivid reminder of their irrepressible vitality.  It is hardcore punk in perhaps its purest iteration – fiercely crafted songwriting partnered with passionate, rasping Spanish language vocals and delivered with an absolutely unwavering intensity.  El Vacio (The Void) opens proceedings in blistering fashion, but it is arguably when the band allow their bristling groove to take a more prominent role that they are at their most powerful, notably on Regneracion (Regeneration) and Ojos Muertos (Dead Eyes). Lyrically, the album explores the resilience of immigrant communities in the face of systemic prejudice, both in terms of lived experience and self-perception.