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Panteón Rococó is like a cross between Metallica, Mana, and La Banda De Limon. You just feel like all three group met up for a cooking class, and decided to make the perfect blend of each other their sounds and style. You feel Mexico’s banda and cumbia roots anchors and bulls every ska pop or hard latin-rock chord they muster. In essence, they took metal rock, and throw in a bandera of of pride at Stage 48.
Panteón Rococó – Vendedora de Caricias (En Vivo)

I begin my review proudly proclaiming they earned the prized MOSH PIT! You know you are hitting the harder levels of rock when people feel the need to punch and push each other. Why I still go to punkish concerts when I hate mosh pitting is beyond me, but I think its because nothing I hate can stop what I love: music. Moreover, Panteón Rococó promised a night where La Raza and America Latina would be celebrated and honored, despite any threatening naranjas. The love for our people was felt in the air as constant motion filled the stage and crowd. I felt like I was living in a fast-forwarded movie. One song led to a speech and one speech led to a song, and with so many people on the stage, it was hard not to feel like the night was concentrated chaos. It was simply a streamline of music and movement that blasted through this part warehouse/ part club, and where a bunch of guys were here confirm and display that being Latino is an epic ride. From our haters to us, Latinx, being lovers, every cancion was destined for the ears every person that did you wrong and every individual that chose to live to do you right. “Toloache Pa’ Mi Negra”, “Fugaz”, and “Hostilidades” balanced our culture’s sensitivity and strength through blazing horns and fierce performance. When we love, WE LOVE, and the same goes for our rage, which is why lead singer Shenka hovers over as if life kicked him in the stomach and now he bleeds and spits his notes. I know its a harsh image, but it is also hard rock. You do not get the crowd dancing and mashing by acting like love is a beautiful, scented flower; you act like it is a stack of thorns being tossed around, which he does. There were times he sung and grated his voice like in “Buscándote” and “Vendedora De Caricias” where you thought, “Damn, is the woman who stole his heart in the room?”. He sings so emotionally and personally, you might even assume YOU took his heart, but, more importantly, you feel his soul.
Panteón Rococó – Arréglame el Alma ft. Maria Barracuda

Spanish Music is a global phenomena, and I am convinced it is because of bands like Panteón Rococó who know how to sing emotion and serve rhythms. Feelings and rhythms are the flesh and blood of music. Beyond lyrics or vast orchestration, it is it the ability to make human complexity feel and sound simple that signals a great artist. Panteón Rococó are great artists so Click Here for More Information.