¿Donde jugarán las niñas?
Mexican thrap! Already in trouble with authorities for their lippy attitude, Molotov aren’t doing anything exactly new. In fact, for all I know the band is a group of transplanted Angelinos — I hear all manner of southern Californian influences in this album, from Rage Against the Machine’s angry yelling to occasional Sublime dub-outs. Still, Molotov manages to be more diverse than its American counterparts. Bonus points for some of the most titillating album covers I’ve seen in a whileLAS