BRUJERIA — Viva Presidente Trump! (review)

BRUJERIA — Viva Presidente Trump! album cover

Single · 2016 · Grindcore

4.5/5 · 2016-10-10
Vim Fuego

After some of the utter bullshit Donald Trump has spouted in the run up to the 2016 presidential election, Mexicans wanting Trump to win the presidency seems about as sensible as turkeys looking forward to Christmas. Trump’s gonna build a wall! Trump’s gonna deport the Mexicans and the aliens! Trump’s gonna start a war!

Well, the pudgy orange-tinted, tax-dodging, scarecrow-haired, pussy-grabbing little cocksucker better watch out. Brujeria are gonna fucking finish that war!

Released for Record Store Day 2016, this single leaves the world in no doubt what Juan Brujo, El Cynico, Pititis, Hongo and the rest of the Brujeria cartel think of Trump. The initial thousand copy run of this single were pressed in black, green, red, and white to represent the colours of the Mexican flag.

The hate-filled bile of the song’s introduction is not provided by the band, but by Donald John Trump, a New York real estate billionaire, occasional asshole reality TV star, and owner of the reddest neck ever to make the ballot papers in a US presidential election. As has become to be expected from Trump, the speech isn’t particularly coherent or well thought out, but it presses all the right buttons for the right-wing, gun-toting, Dixie-picking, cousin-loving, Bible-belters of his target audience. He’s gonna build a great wall across the Southern states, and then make Mexico pay for it. Juan Brujo would beg to differ.

El Cynico’s bass rumbles into place, Brujo snarls and growls over top of it, and Brujeria’s infamous racket delivers a message from south of the border. This says it all: “El quiere Guerra/Igual que yo/Hechando chingasos/Entrale cabron” and “Habla mierda - de mexico/Odia mojados - deportar los/Quiere guerra - entrale carbon/Ya hay soldados metidos en cada pinche rincon!” Take that, motherfucker!

Oh, you probably want a translation. OK, try this on for size: “He wants war/And so do I/Throwing punches/Get in the ring motherfucker” and “He talks shit, about Mexico/He hates wetbacks, deport them/He wants war, get in the ring fucker/There are soldiers in every fucking corner!” Pretty fucking angry in any language.

If you know Brujeria, you know what you’re getting here- dirty big distorted riffs, grinding bass, an obligatory messy blast beat, and dark, dark humour inside which there’s a serious message. It’s all as subtle as a sledgehammer to the testicles.

The sounds of The Donald being hacked to mush with machetes at the end of the song is a fitting demise for the bloated billionaire bigot.

B-side “Pared De Muerte” (Wall of Death) is a tribute to the moshpit game loved by generations of headbangers, a long-haired, denim-clad version of primal battle scenes enacted the world over for millennia, before the invention of the machine-gun ruined the fun. For anyone who has never participated in a Wall of Death moshpit, the crowd separates into two halves with a space down the middle, and then runs at each other, resulting in an almighty crash of bodies. It’s not exactly sensible or safe but it’s one hell of an adrenaline rush. A nice touch as the song fades out is a rendition of one of death metal’s heaviest and most famous riffs, from Pestilence’s “Out Of Body”.

So yeah, fuck you Trump. Bring it on. Mexico is ready and waiting.