Review: The Alligators
 We met Adolfo Flores many years ago. A few more than we have taken to release this album. It was the last years of the eighties. A time when in Malaga there was a good explosion of musical talent and we went there looking for bands that would break out of the deep wake that Danza Invisible was leaving. A young man in a leather jacket who looked like he was skipping classes in the last year of high school began to pass by the record store we had opened. He would spend long periods of time there, rummaging through the vinyls and, as we got to know him, our minds changed from thinking that some record was still working for us, to believing that this young man would be an important character in the Malaga music scene in the following decades. Years have passed, but there is still music at his Cayman Motel every night.
 From that point we started doing things together. First with his band of the moment, Strangers Here, then with Los Caimanes. Recordings, concerts and tours that concluded with the release of one of the most interesting albums, for my taste, that have been released in those years in Spain: “Amor Veneno y Laca de Uñas”. This was Los Caimanes' debut album.
 It's going to be thirty years now that we put out that record. A few months later, we had the second one ready. What happens is that we have been leaving it from one day to the next, and in the end the bull has caught us and is going to join us with the thirtieth anniversary.
 If you liked "Poison Love and Nail Lacquer", with this you are going to lick it. I'd say it's your third face. Six songs in the purest "alligator" style with haughty guitars and protagonists accompanied by lyrics that push the border between love and hate to the limit (sweet blows to my heart ... tell me goodbye and may some cretin enjoy your divine body), who always take into account the stiff competition in the art of seduction and, of course, always looking and longing for the south and its summer nights, always looking for the sun and always fleeing the rain.
 And to top it off, a cover of Ruby Thuesday, one of my favorite Stones songs.
 Despite being thirty years old, it sounds current. Surely because genuine rock doesn't get old