Three marriages, seven kids and misplacing a bass player are part of the reason it's taken Brisbane's Mexico City six years to get around to a third album.
Their music is an often thoughtful Australicana that recalls labelmates The Gin Club. The opening track Rosewood Line chugs along but attracts attention. While there's a WPA/Smith Street Band political anger to Down At The Beach, Mexico City's more natural sound seems to be the weary domestic angst of Big Score, or the mournful Dylan/Springsteen harmonica intros of Meet Me On The Other Side. It's the music of a faded weatherboard Queenslander, in the kind of inner-suburb street that hasn't been gentrified yet.
