“Thank God for the Puta Madre Brothers! Hotter than a jalapeno in the desert sun!”

Greasier than a deep fry of nacho cheese, these three dirt-faced gringo brothers from the bottom of the world, wanna-be Mexicanis, each strapped with a razor-edged guitar, a giant kick drum and a donkeyload of foot percussion pack a drunken punch of mariachi rock n roll soul music and lay claim to be the world’s only surviving triple-one-man-band!. All at once, a three-headed one-man-band-band!

You could easily assume that three one-man-bands playing together would erupt into an out-of-sync bunch of discordant noise and mess, but as any one of their live shows will prove, and any punter who has seen them will attest, this is no joke, Puta Madre Brothers possess an innate ability to lock into rhythm and groove and deliver their sonic cheese with astonishing mellifluous synchronization and skill.

Basically, it’s pretty unlikely there is another band on the planet who will use as much energy and entertain you so much at the expense of their physical health, all whilst sitting on their asses(!).

Since mid 2008 Puta Madre Brothers have been travelling the plains of Australia, spreading their eyepopping music and over-heated live show to the people, putting laughs on faces and making the living dead dance like lunatics, stripping paint off the walls and ripping riffs off the world, playing their favourite kind of thing into an infectious pile of sweat soaked get-downs. Singing and wailing in poorly learned
Spanish, they’ll spit at the floor and steal cigarettes from you, pass you their bottle of beer to share, throw you a maraca to shake, and probably wink at your girlfriend.

Comprised of Anto Macaroni (lead guitar, kick drum, snare drum, cymbals), Pikkle Henning (bass, kick drum, foot maracas, hihats), and Renato Vacirca (acoustic and electric guitars, kick drum, foot tambourine, cowbells), these three hombres may look like fools, they might behave like clowns, they might dress like cons, but in the words of one reviewer: “Like the Mexican region’s notoriously toxic colourful fungi, Puta Madre Brothers are not to be taken lightly- the are a band to be respected.” They summon the good dead ghost spirits of Richie Valens, Nathaniel Mayer, and Pedro Vargas into an unforgettable experience full of western mariachi chaos and hi-energy rock n roll soul antics.

Here, some witnesses say what they think of Puta Madre Brothers….

“Damn, wish i have hair only to comb them like yours...”= The Masked Marvels

“A life-affirming frenzy of Mexican rock n roll noise.” -Bob Baker Fish, Inpress

“Half traditional mariachi band, half laughing lunatics,!“ -FasterLouder.com.au

“Amid all the mind shaking, genre bending stuff, Puta Madre Brothers possess hooks so sharp they probably contravene the
average government’s anti-weapon legislation.” -Patrick Emery, Beat Magazine, AUS

“very mexican, very garage, very well played with a very crappy but crispy sound”= Susie Reindhardt, Hoodoo Girl
“weird, wrong, and loud!”= Anthony Morgan, Comedian

“Good luck with your excellent band. You guys rock!”= bob log 111

“So groovy and sexy! A fucking earthquake from Down Under!!”- Mirko Cast, Italy

They also like smoking on stage.
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