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Lenguas Largas hail from the dusty confines of Tucson, Arizona. Made up of a group of guys who range from werewolf looking motherfuckers to dudes with cute ass shoes, they aren't interested in the music scene, but instead, just interested in music and creating it.

They hope to one day create a sound equal to the thundering ghostly stampede in the sky fronted by La Llorona and her plaintive wails. Failing that, they'll settle for creating a hit song as universally loved as “Hotel California” or “I’m Too Sexy.”

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Three songs from Lenguas Largas self-titled LP released in March

Yard Sale Heart



How a Man Should Live



No Me Gusta La Pepsi



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LENGUAS LARGAS-"I Feel" EP (Tic-Tac-Totally)

Carolyn Keddy - Maximum Rock and Roll

Dreamy garage-pop from Tucson, AZ. There are some interesting sounds tangled together here: jangly guitars that are not too wimpy, vocals that are barely whispered yet still seem urgent. The two songs on the B-side maintain that dreaminess except with a bunch more noise. More like the dreams I usually have. The more I listen to this, the more I like it. LENGUAS LARGAS has created an original, exciting sound.

Todd Taylor - Razorcake

I don't mind weird if it rocks. I don't mind psychrock if the "rock" part's not just a handy post-it note whacked onto the side of masturbation. Lenguas Largas has the Roky Erickson Weird-O-Meter pegged. Theyíre also carrying a mile-long locomotion's worth of quarry-grade rock, freshly blasted from the earth. Featuring the voice and guitar of Isaac of The Swing Ding Amigos and Shark Pants, the drumming of both Dickie (Shark Pants) and Chris Kohler (Sexy), and Southwestern stalwart Mark Beef, this makes total Tucson sense. Itís a nice counterpoint to the Swing Dingís full assault and sidles nicely up to The Resonars.

weeklytapedeck.com

Found out about this great new band via my Tic Tac Totally records news letter. Lenguas Largas, gloom/psych rock from Arizona, have just released their debut 7" ep I Feel. Lo-Fi, minimal tracking fill these tunes with a graveyard like spooky haze. The instruments almost overpower vocals by Issac Reyes (it sounds like hs is a mile away from the mic) that are drowned in reverb. These guys are so fresh that a Google Search only brings up that medical condition Gene Simmons has. Great new band, check em out and buy their new ep.

oddboxrecords.com

Another 7" record to catch up on. This one comes from Tic Tac Totally. Itís by a band called Lenguas Largas. They come from Arizona in the USA. I Feel is off kilter guitar goodness that walks a line somewhere between noisy guitar pop and 60's psyche sounds. I really like it. Itís not the most immediate single ñ but the song is one of those that likes to burrow itself inside your head and then refuses to leave. I think people used to refer to these types of songs as ëgrowersí. I wonder if there is a place for them in the instant download digital want it now culture we seem to find ourselves in, in 2009. I hope so.

We're treated to two more songs on the B side. ëEntity Meí is brief yet more raucous affair that has a crunchy, yet under stated, guitar sound. "Just Because I Canít Divide Don't Mean I Can't Multiply" sits somewhere between the raucousness of "Entity Me" and the lingering beauty of "I feel". Another slow burner of a song. This EP, given a little time could be one of the most satisfying I have heard in a while. I like a band that manage to reward you the more you play their songs.

anti-snob.com

Lenguas Largas was probably the most talked about Tucson band among Phoenicians in 2009 and this 3-song 7" record proves why. Dee Cosmeticator bought 2 copies at a Rogue West show a few months back and gave me a copy as a thank you for driving. The exclusive term I used to describe Lenguas Largas' style is "Peyote Rock". This Tucson supergroup play punk-gone-neopsych without any shoegaze pretension or use for a high-end studio to translate such a sonic sound. "I Feel" starts out resembling something from Darker My Love's most recent CD except Lenguas is extremely lo-fi. Dual drum/percussionists make you feel like you are hearing two drummers by mistake yet forgetting they have more than the conventional one anyway (if that makes sense). Isaac Reyes (from Shark Pants) has a falsetto voice that show hints of David Thomas and Russel Mael. This is a good primer for a full length, one I would assume would be full of dreamy, uninhibited noisepop.

Lonely Summertime 7" (Dirt Cult)

Todd Taylor - Razorcake

It wonít be the first time where Iím belly up to the all-you-can-eat buffet of eating my own words. Lenguas Largas occupy the kinder sonic climes of whatís become ìindie rock. It's a form of music I've come to associate, through more than ample exposure with designer tags, secret shows, douchebags, future expensive baby strollers, current attempts at irony, and is shooting for the Juno soundtrack (of the mind). Lenguas Largas is a bunch of dirty DIY dudes playing stony, pleasant, intricate music that builds tension then releases. Itís subtle, yet pleasant; thick, swirling, and as fingering as white smoke exhaled deeply from a pipe. The vocals are reminiscent of the Smashing Pumpkins without the ick. Mellower than the first 7", but I like it.

Lenguas Largas self titled 12" LP (Recess Records)

clubfonograma.com

In 2006 Monterreyís Quiero Club made their first single "No Coke" into an anthem, it's 2011, and well, we would like to think we've finally found its counterpart (in brand & sound). We recently came across the stunning track called"ìNo Me Gusta La Pepsi", and itís so viscerally archaic, we think itís time for the Pepsi vs. Coke test challenge to make a comeback (of course, you should know both songs aren't strictly about fountain drinks). The band responsible for reviving the social collision & substance altering discussion is Lenguas Largas, a five-piece band from Tucson, Arizona. Yes, from Arizona out of all places (as you might know, Club Fonograma is mainly based in Phoenix). Timing at just two minutes long, this song employs minimal post-punk sequencing, and extracts some body fluids to escort your senses back to your analog TV memories. Lenguas Largas are releasing their first LP this month via Recess Records. "Y por otro lado me encontrado la coca... ya no me gusta la pepsi."

lasereater.com

Este es el primer disco de larga duracion de Lenguas Largas, directo de Tuscon, Arizona. Hasta el momento es de lo mas que me ha gustado este ano. El sonido trae puro rock ní roll con la crudeza del punk rock, pero con melodias pegajosas y algo de psicodelia. Aunque este grabado medio lo-fi, Lenguas Largas no es una banda de garage rock cualquiera. El ·lbum est· lleno de cambios inesperados, arreglos elaborados, variedad entre canciones y muchos sube y baja entre sus temas. El disco suena como el sountrack de una pelicula de suspenso en el desierto con vaqueros, sexo, alucinaciones y zombies que termina con la llegada de Jesucristo interpretado por Roky Erickson y Marc Bolan es el heroe que va montado en un unicornio rosado.

Steven Seigel - Tucson Weekly Soundbites

Live at Red Room saves the best for last. Lenguas Largas ranks among the best bands in Tucson right now and its seven songs here provide ample evidence why. Though there are unifying elements in their sound (Isaac Reyes' distinctive croon among them), there is no easy genre to tag onto the band, as each song exists in its own private realm. (I've referred to them as art-punk before, but that description sounds a bit more abrasive than their accessible nature really is.) The disjointed "I'm a Goat" starts out plodding, with Reyes' vocal melody mimicking the guitar, before unholy (and awesome) sounds are coaxed out of the guitars and it hits a full-on punk-rock section. It's broken up by an artful extended bridge with a lovely vocal melody before the destructo end. Meanwhile, "Yard Sale Heart," the first song of the Lenguas Largas section and one of its most accessible (and anthemic), falls more into the indie-rock spectrum than anything. It's one of the best songs by a local band I've heard in a long time. Even though I love this band immensely, I find it difficult to describe them, which is to their credit.

There's some punk in the equation, but I wouldn't call them a punk band. There's a bit of mystery in there, too, a darkness that creeps around the shadows but doesn't overwhelm the music. Maybe atmosphere is a better word than darkness. Whatever it is, that indescribable X-factor elevates them ... I would say "above other bands doing this sort of thing," but I can't think of any other bands doing this sort of thing. Art punk? Nah, that sounds too pretentious and makes Lenguas Largas sound less accessible than they are. Plus, no art-punk band would put out a song as pretty as "Lonely Summertime."

The foundation of these songs is in the drumming, which is busy and near-tribal in spots. (The band has two drummers.) It propels the songs and gives the impression that they're faster than they actually are much of the time. Meanwhile, the guitars, all four of them, chime, buzz and hum around Reyes' patented croon, which should seem out of place, but actually fits perfectly. The album is worth the purchase price for the anthemic "Yardsale Heart" alone, one of the best locally released songs in years. And the vinyl, which comes with a download code, is marbled pink and awfully purty.

Ese Culito 12" LP (Volar Records)

Mariana Timony - Get Bent Blog

Arizona bands have always marched to the beat of a different drum. Must be all that sun. It either fries the brain or makes it more lucid, I’m not sure which. Tuscon’s Lenguas Largas don’t do much to disprove my (entirely anecdotal) theory on Ese Culito, their one-sided 12” out on Volar. Listening to this record is like taking a 10-minute trip through rock history with Lenguas Largas as the pothead tour guides. There’s a lazy 60’s jam mashed up with atonal post-punk drone on the cheeky title song sung en Español, an acoustic folk song given the acid treatment in “Lower Profile”, and a jangly pop song straight out of 1986 with “Blizzards of Snow”. The motley collection seems a bit patched together, but stronger tracks are capable of standing on their own. The regimented and riff-heavy “7 Pacificos” conjures up a psychedelic Joy Division, while closing track “Little C’s” shimmers like heat waves on the horizon. Hot, hazy, and high as a kite: sounds like desert music to me.

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