NO CONTROL Pt.1
NO CONTROL Pt.2
I lived in Israel from January 2003 to August 2006 and somewhere in that timeline I was exposed to a noxious reggaeton ditty called "Gasolina" by Daddy Yankee.
"Only greasy arabs and israelis would embrace this crap" I said.
"This isn't leaving Puelto Lico or Lepublica 'Ominicahna" I thought.
How wrong I was.
"Reggaeton (pronounced /ˌrɛɡeɪˈtoʊn/; also spelled reggaetón, and known as reguetón and reggaetón in Spanish) is a form of urban music that became popular
with Latin American youth in the early 1990s.
After its mainstream exposure in 2004, it spread to North American, European and Asian audiences."
Wikipedia.
It spread to North America, Europe, Asia and beyond like swine flu.
The reggaeton air horns of the apocalypse heralded the beginning of the end.
I didn't know or even think about this of course as I spent most of my time watching hezbollah TV and pondering on the human condition to the tune of Aphex Twin’s “Ventolin” at first and to the tune of DCLXVI's "Year VII-The Child" as the situation worsened later on.
But anyway.
I left Israel just as the fun was getting started.
I lived in the Haifa University dorms just a bus ride away from where this lady was reporting.
So I returned to Guatemala in August 2006.
The very first thing that caught my eye about Guatemala at the time was a gigantic billboard with Paris Hilton promoting a perfume, or a face cream or some shit like that.
"Globalization's gonna eat us alive" I thought back then. The jury's still out on that one.
Back in 2006 the music "scene" in Guatemala seemed stale and quick to follow the cookie cutter reggaeton format.
Google search "Guatemala Con Buena Onda" and you'll know what I'm talking about.
I burrowed deeper underground hoping to tap into that vein that I knew, I JUST KNEW was there. Sometime in 2009, while channel surfing through the youtubes I stumbled upon EvilMinded´s live version of "Complex/corrupt."
Visions of zombie carnage and primordial sludge plagued me afterwards.
And so here I am reviewing the epic documentary NO CONTROL Pt.1 & 2.
Fast paced opening sequence. Cut to a joyride sing-along (lyrics garbled.)
"We should do stuff beacause (sic) we like it"
The main focus of this documentary are the hardships of touring and recording faced by M.I.R. Records' roster as well as the levity with which such hardships are faced. Disjointed as the dialogue may seem, the gospel of DIY is never lost.
The constant prodding for profanity is unrelenting.
The various knee-jerk quotes spread throughout read like M.I.R. Records' mission statement.
And that's just part 1.
Part 2 elaborates on the DIY theme and ads some live concert moments focusing on the ever present mosh pit.
"the world's a shit!"
No room for argument there.
"Rajaron... porque les pela la verga."
"They split... 'cause they don't give a fuck."
So, after my three year absence from Guatemala this documentary fell on me like the bolt of lightning needed to awake from a coma.
Mosh pits, distortion, vulgarity and brutal honesty all packed into NO CONTROL Pt.1 & 2.
A gang of thugs in Peru murders people, chops off the cadaver's limbs and head and extracts all the body fat to sell it on the black market.
The world never ceases to amaze me.
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