Release Date: 2010-10-20
Thank God for 39-year-old Ramón Mejía, the man behind Perrozompopo. With his third album, the nephew of the great Carlos and Enrique Mejía Godoy (and brother of salsero Luis Enrique) spits out a moving but desolate love letter to a post-Somoza, post-Sandinista, and current Sandinista-lite Managua, borrowing canción popular’s superb songwriting and singing and adding rock, reggae, hip-hop, and Latin American fusion. His voice is a weird mix of Juan Luis Guerra, Manu Chao, Fito Páez, and Alejandro Sanz. Politically, Mejía takes on the usual suspects: corruption, politicians, and all that bad stuff. His lyrics don’t always work but his conviction feels like a kick in the balls that leaves you asking for more. The album was financed by AECID (an international development agency of the government of Spain) and is sold at shows and offered for free on Perrozompopo’s website. Despite being outside of the industry loop, the album got a well-deserved Latin Grammy nomination as Best Alternative Album. With all due respect, this is the best Central American rock album ever. If you know a better one, send it to me fast. I want it.