I only speak English, but to my astonishment I can sing along to the track “Puro” as if my palate operates on a bilingual aptitude. I assure you, it does not. My comprehension has not evolved at an abnormal rate. The remarkable development of my cultural abilities arises from the heavy Latin metal of De La Tierra and their new album: II.
Twisting through the record is a psychopathic frenzy of howling riffs, epitomized in “Sin Límites.” Lash on your straight-jacket and prepare for a late night asylum riot. Turn the volume up for “Viaje de Fe” and allow it to pour through the barred windows. This is your invitation to summon degenerative rock minds and compile your guest list. Shout along with the maniacal behavior of metal, but maybe, don’t drink the punch. No need to fret over dehydration as De La Tierra will quench your thirst for stimulation.
This isn’t an album to take home to Mommy. II is leather wristbands, black band shirts, and long sweaty hair banging over the front line banister of a live show.