Doug Mosurock on Los Llamarada:

Trash rock drums pound out the sex beat. Vocals are delivered in a nasal monotony best likened to those of Mark E. Smith, pinning the tension between the instruments to taunting heights. The synths and piano provide some of the more delicate moments in an otherwise brusque album; creepy, spectral tones rise out of a bed of background din (“Ten to Dawn) or add a percussive element (the bone xylophone crossbeat of “I’ve Got Your Face”) to the thrash.

Review is well worth a read; album is well worth a listen.