"While he's known alternately as David (La Familia) & Mr. Loayza (La Abogados) to the gravity-clutchers of the world, for us Falstaffian iota's what inhabit the non-boundaried scrub out here in wire-brush country, he is always and forever Oso El Roto. My first encounter with the man's multi-faceted snert was on the LP, Mojon Po'l Agua back in 2007. Housed inside a brutish sheath of fabricated, hand-painted, cardboard was an album brimming with aberrant, gibbering, genius. Since then a dozen or so releases have spunked into the discography, the latest being this one on the estimable Bruit Direct Disques label. On Pop De Cuchillo our hero has returned to his native Chile (after years in Paris) and not surprisingly, hasn't lost a step in the transition. If anything, Oso El Roto may have 'mellowed', which is to say he's moving at 1,000,000,000 mph instead of 1,000,000,001. It's hard not to draw comparisons to that other great and prolific Chilean of the absurd, Alvaro, but Oso El Roto has never broken from his native tongue, so the elitists-for once-are not Anglais. While Oso El Roto trucks most assuredly in the lurch of lo-fi, the way he grinds those gears is spectacularly kaleidoscopic. The aural offerings brought forth on Pop De Cuchillo are a smorgasbord of charred delicacies to feed your head. Some artists go their whole lives trying to catch lightning in a bottle once. Then there's Oso El Roto, who seems to absorb it at will. Impervious is not born, it's earned. For fans of The Rebel, Jerry Solomon, Pierre Schaeffer, Sun Ra, Eye Yamatsuka, Made For Chickens By Robots, Waste Sausage, Leather Donut, Chocolate Monk, Bananafish magazine, NWW list, Llama kababs, Borgona, Yage, Gary Panter, Yoko Ono & Ono." --Tom Lax, Catbird, Ohio