The years of gigging result in an airtight, polyrhythmic trio sound and sweet harmonies, which provide a firm foundation and lovely bunting for the impressive six-stringing. At times the guitar work recalls both Vaughans, Jimi Hendrix, Carlos Santana and even George Harrison, and for whatever the band may (as yet) lack in originality and distinctiveness, the canny phrasing and liquid proficiency more than make up for it. And when they land back on the melody after soaring riffs, the chunky and even sometimes funky chording steers this group's songs along atop the percolating bottom end.
And it's the songs that save this act from mere guitar wizardry, no matter how dazzling the fireworks are. The tunes may be nothing profound, but they are as infectious as this year's winter flu, with the hooky choruses baited with the genetic interweave of the Boys' vocals. Sure, there's nothing new under this particular sun, but the youthful enthusiasm of their attack and loving homage within their style make it all sound bright and fresh. And with a bilingual repertoire, Los Lonely Boys just may put blues-rock en Spanglish on the national musical map.