Deeply sincere corridos from the sierreño raconteurs
On this bittersweet album, which arrived the same year as Ariel Camacho's untimely death, the Sinaloan trio channels the classical corridistas of northern Mexico. So much more than just a narcocorrido ensemble, they expertly combine acoustic bass, 12-string guitar, and tuba to conjure an emotional rawness that suits songs like "Hablemos," a plea for peace between ex-lovers. As his band's name suggests, the lead crooner chronicled the lives of working-class people. On the slow-burning, bittersweet “Cada Quien,” Camacho longs for a simple, small-town existence.