Looks like western-rock is giving horror-country a run as Melbourne’s reigning niche genre du jour. Here The Fearless Vampire Killers serviceably run through a rollicking cacti-laden jaunt. Thing is, the mundane imagery of cowboy boots, ponchos and lit cigarettes lead me to believe that The Fearless Vampire Killers don’t know shit about Mexico beyond the cliché. It’s simplistic to the point of near-parody, but I’m guessing it would probably translate a lot better to the live setting. Still, The Toot Toot Toots did it better with Gomorrah Fields.
The Fearless Vampire Killers : Mexico
