By José Gandue @spinning zone

Artist's archive photos.

A few news items and warnings before starting the review:

1. He left Don't make me regret it, third album by the Argentinian band Winona Riders.
2. They keep doing what they want And this time they do it with more resources and there is a better mixing and mastering process.
3. In their lyrics they continue to use texts that seem to be taken from the hallucinogenic experiences of the moment, where they talk about repressors and girls with "panties with swastikas", requests for penetration in Morse code, suicide attempts with guitar strings, and unparalleled parties.
4. The album you are about to listen to contains high doses of noisy genres such as Stoner Rock, Shoegaze, hints of grunge and some unexpected folk. If you suffer from extreme religiosity, extreme puritanism, unresolved virginity issues, fascist-like complexes, or are looking for children's songs made by hypocritical adults, do not approach the counter, and flee quickly to confess to your favorite pastor.
5. Is this 69-minute, 12-song compilation worth listening to? Absolutely. Let me translate: Hell Yeah!

Now, let's get serious:

Let's play a game. Imagine, as you put on your headphones and adjust the volume of your audio player, who got into a car with these musicians from western Buenos Aires. It's nighttime and the car is a fast, rather beat-up model. You settle into your seat, believing you're simply going from one place to another. You believe the journey is from the asterisk marked with the letter A, to arrive, an hour later, at the point marked with the letter B. You expect a serene journey, without major complications. Of course, the speakers are blasting at full volume., But he doesn't believe there are dangerous curves, ghost sightings, incoherent screams, and distortions that get out of hand. At that moment, the only thing you will hear from me, the narrator of this adventure, My recommendation is to buckle up and focus on the bass player, who, fortunately, is driving the vehicle. He has clear orders to maintain order. But no one told the driver he was supposed to control his colleagues.

The madness comes from another direction. The drummer initiates it, and from the moment the car is started, the guitars and available electronic elements amplify it. Before you, who may at times appear somewhat frightened, a solid wall of distortions and psychedelic resonant effects is forming, creating a delicious sense of risk, of confusion. If you have any doubts, look at the back of the bassist's neck and you'll see that he's firmly holding the wheel. Don't be afraid. Travel, that's all, travel.

The guitars, from time to time, become like she-wolves that never stop howling. Imagine you are in the middle of a nighttime celebration where everything that happens will be to bring you pleasure. That's where the words begin:

«"If you don't like what I'm doing, are you going to tell your dad? I'll keep sucking on your belly button until your eyes say enough."»

Having said that, the second track has barely begun to play, Hondart, You think lethargy is coming. Everything seems slow, it seems the guitars have decided to be quiet, except for a few murmurs. But after four minutes of rest, the landscape becomes rockier. There's a western vibe, we're entering Comanche territory. The strings become poetic.

The album's climax is coming soon: 680/680. Keep watching the bass player, he knows the way.

Who knows what substance is involved in this journey, But the atmosphere becomes tense. They talk about police, voodoo dolls, and injections to restore arousal. I insist, let the driver guide you; he knows you have doubts., because it understands that you want to jump, dance, dance, feel empowered by the resonant potion that enters your body.

Then comes Penetrate me, a song that sounds like it was made in the desert, at a peak of euphoria, where saxophones and guitars are sensory elevators that aim to reach the sky. Looking for love (on the road) is a semi-acoustic tune that mixes the search for affection with the search for psychotropic potions:

«"Looking for love outside the system, I'm looking for drugs or my dad.".

Let's go to the final stretch. Don't make me regret it, the song that gave the entire production its title, It is an exultant sonata of more than eleven minutes, which seems to have as its purpose the physical and mental exhaustion of the listener, with an ecstatic smile bordering his face. We've arrived at our destination. Just over an hour, but the passage of time felt like a week, cut off from the world around you. You step out of the vehicle as if you've arrived on another planet., But he remains lying in his own bed, imagining a journey that only happened in his mind.

Don't make me regret it Is it a good album? It's one of the best things to come out this year. Is it for everyone? No. Especially not in times of so many informers and so many modern-day nuns, who chase scandals like pious and censorious food. Still, I insist, don't miss it. Here lies a great example of the good Latin rock that awaits us in the coming years.