No, this is not "death mariachi" or "hex-mex" or any other made-up genre that popped into your head when you saw the cover. As a matter of fact, it defies categorization by following in the footsteps of Mr. Bungle; that is, doing a bit of everything and prompting you to respond "uh..." when someone asks you what the band sounds like. To make things even more problematic, El-Creepo sounds a hell of a lot like Mr. Bungle.

You've got your spastic, hard rocking numbers, a few sleazy electro pop tunes, and, my personal favorites, the California-esque "mellow" tracks that are more unsettling than calming. Sounds like a good time, right? Right. Of course, this paragraph is unnecessary, since you downloaded the album as soon as you read "Mr. Bungle."