When LA band The Bronx released their first Mariachi album several years back it astounded the doubters with it’s genuine respect for the deeply traditional genre. Whilst staying true to the style, the band’s gritty, yet affable Californian demeanour still seeped through, making Mariachi accessible to the masses outside of Mexico.

Only the most academic of listeners could have heard that first record and detected any level of tension in the playing; it seemed as natural a flow as water downstream. And it was, until Mariachi El Bronx II came along.

From the first horn-drenched stanza, there’s a greater spaciousness to the playing; a relaxedness that shows a developed confidence in the band’s right to play this style of music.  Through unpredictable success and support – from both the Mexican community and the broader world – they are no longer focusing so dutifully; they have become the embodiment of the genre.

This is apparent lyrically and vocally also, Matt’s voice more relaxed than ever within this unexpected place it finds itself, well outside the aggressive tenor of his other band. Sentiments cover topics of heartbreak, regret, love, freedom, being a man and doing bad things in Tijuana. This album deepens the knowledge that this is utterly the real deal, potentially even (dare it be said) a more intimate insight into these fellas than the hardcore that they have always worn so well.