This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Since Molotov exploded on the scene with their 1997 debut disc ¿Donde Jugarán Las Niñas?, the charts and airwaves have become bloated with bombastic rap-rockers.
Few of them could hold a roman candle to this Mexican foursome’s Grammy-winning album. And few of those pretenders’ albums could even approach the sheer firepower of this incendiary followup. Once again, Molotov take the standard rap-metal blueprint — popping bass, shredding guitar and jiving drums — then stuff it into the back seat of a macho low-rider (with plenty of cerveza) and cruise through East L.A., rolling the R’s, cursing in Spanglish and cha-cha-cha-ing all the way from the barrio to the bank. The name says it all: Molotov is the bomb.
