The band's sound sometimes reminds me of those mid-80s post-punk dips into dance, reggae, soukous. And the lyrics? Well, the lyrics are perfectly earnest satire of Caribbean men's desire for women ("Diablo morena tú si que tá buena"), of the ridiculousness of rock/merengue/reggeatón dreams ("voy a hacerme un tatuaje que diga 'perdóname madre'"), of how being broke is no excuse for not having a good time.
And the stage presence is a cross between CBGB's mid-1980s hardcore matinee and Third World backyard rockero -- stretched-out t-shirts and scuffed-up sneakers. In other words, the Sovietikos are pure medalagananarios. And I mean that as a compliment.
They're playing tonight at 8 pm sharp at Trash Bar in Williamsburg. Check 'em out. It's cheap (open bar 8-9 pm), and I guarantee you will laugh and maybe dance a little.
Two disclaimers: 1) I've been friends with Robert on guitar and Jorge on bass for many years; 2) I am a sucker for tigueraje and experimentation.
NYRemezcla wrote a semi-swoony interview with the band in October (it doesn't hurt that Trash Bar, LS's most regular venue, is near the Remezcla offices). Whether they attract more attention (or want it) remains to be seen.
Is the band a goof? Is it a serious endeavor? To me, it doesn't entirely matter, as I love how it reminds me of the looser, more playful, more curious side of music and arts. Making the most of inadequate spaces, focusing on the vibe rather than the image.
Check the extremely amateur video below of "Yo Quisiera." In another show I saw, for this song lead singer Stallion dropped trou to show boxers with the words "Meet My Little Friend." Juvenile? Totally. Endearing? I thought so.