The first time you face Los Rizillos, your brain refuses to accept it. I remember the feeling when their first single was released. A group like this can exist? And moreover, how can they have recorded an LP? One night, you wake up, frightened, shivering, but the answer is clear: That's Punk! These guys are far beyond than cheeky! Fuck off conservatory musicians, fuck off guitar riffs and fuck off songs longer than one and a half minutes. The Rizillos are the clear example that Punk is the musical style that Yahweh had reserved for his chosen people: the "specials" (as they prefer to be called). And now, after some years of glorious singles, the group breaks up, walking the red carpet with a new release. It was about time! It couldn't have been any other way, the grooves of this great record are full of punk new wave contagious keyboard, peppered with mess, attitude and kidding. Including advertisements, outtakes (believe me, I haven't laughed more in my life) and now and then a "cover" of uncertain origin, they glory what they best do: Make fun of everything, starting with themselves.Musically speaking, when I thought I'd seen everything, I have been pleasantly surprised with this record; it contains hits that without losing the freshness of their beginnings, become classics from the minute you listen to them, the cherry for the finishing touch of the pie that represents their whole career. To get the picture, any song could be easily slipped and be unnoticed in a Bloodstains Across Spain 1982. Definitely, this record is the good bye for one of the few current Spanish bands that can boast of having made history. It´s not the first time I make this statement, while the records of most of the bands will be on the clearance sale section of second-hand record shops, the Rizillos will be on the collector's shelf and, fortunately, or unfortunately, their price will be multiplied by twoGod save the Rizillos.Dani Mugretone Sep 2009Pressing 500 white color. Printed booklet 16 pg.