The title means, literally, "ungrateful dog." Los Originales de San Juan probably don't have many fans among young upwardly mobile Hispanic females. All the ingredients of the corrido are here: major-key waltzes either doleful or frenetic, plaintive middle-aged beer-soaked baritone vocals, lyrics both sentimental and violent, simple unsarcastic stories of death-haunted ambition and braggadocio. Almost all the songs are biopics, titled after the main character. The production is clean, nothing slick -- not as punchy as the pop-conjunto style -- but that's appropriate here. There are no instrumental stars on this recording, as the words take center stage. These guys are neither pioneers nor poster boys of the genre, but they manage to communicate the grit and poverty of the border -- the new Wild West, where drugs reign in the place of cattle. The sameness of the songs, down to the repeated accordion riffs that serve as identifying signatures of the band, can get a little boring for those who don't understand Spanish, but there is enough weariness and menace in the singing to compensate, something that many other more well-known groups lack.
J. Chandler, Rovi