Oct. 16, 2017
Home / Articles / Arts / Arts Valve /  ¡Ajúa!
ArtsValve MAiN


Metalachi’s road to fame is paved with Selena, boobs and “love juice”

April 1, 2014, 12:00 am


ega De La Rockha sounds harsh. It’s 1 pm on a Thursday, and he’s just rolling out of a motel bed somewhere in the outskirts of Austin. 

“It was a crazy night last night, man,” De La Rockha says, a hint of whiskey somehow managing to make its way through the telephone. 

“It was a rager, man. There were so many chichis I could grab, for free.” 

De La Rockha is the lead singer of mariachi/metal hybrid band Metalachi. As such, he’s given the same allowances as say Vince Neil, Bret Michaels or Vicente Fernández in his hard partying ways. 

“We started playing at quinceañeras, y ¿cómo se llama? Velorios,” he says of the band’s humble beginnings, performing at random parties and the odd wake. 

A chance meeting with a producer later, Metalachi’s place in the Parthenon or rockdom was cemented. 

Vega De La Rockha plans to bidi bidi bom bom into Santa Feans’ hearts.
“A lot of tequila had to do with it, too,” De La says. 

Besides that, no concise biographical information on the five brothers from Juárez is available on their website, other than tales of prolonged tree hugging, prenatal fratricide and how one band member allegedly lost his virginity to a carne asada burrito he later named Lucinda. 

Musically, the self-taught musicians bring a new scope to old standards like “Master of Puppets” or “Sweet Child O’ Mine.” 

“Some of us don’t know how to read music. We do it by ear because we’ve learned from the other guys and are too lazy to learn,” he says. “It’s all about the instruments and being able to imitate sounds from a different song.” 

The band’s first attempt came via Judas Priest’s “Breaking the Law.”

“It’s got that bandido-type of sound. You know, breaking the law, rompiendo la ley and shit like that,” De La Rockha points out. “It’s a culture clash—but in a good way.”

Their cover of Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher,” De La Rockha shares, is among his favorites. “It has a lot of groove in it, and it talks about cougars—so that’s a special thing.” 

Realizing they “were onto something special,” determining the band’s look was next—a hodgepodge of Spandex, denim, pyramid studs and sombreros—that hypnotizes the ladies to loose all inhibitions and throw their chones onstage. The gents, I am told, experience a similar feeling upon gazing at trumpeter El Cucuy’s imposing codpiece. 

Sold-out concerts followed. 

“We’re very surprised by it,” the De La Rockha says about the metal mariachi troupe’s success. 

Metalachi brings their unique style to Santa Fe on Saturday. 

“It’s a thing that you have to experience firsthand and then you’ll make sense out of everything that’s happening,” De La Rockha says of the show.

Multiple fan videos available on YouTube of their performances, he says, are “sucky” and don’t do the band’s sound justice. 

“Our live show is a fun show. We’ll come up with different shit onstage, man,” he says. “Funny stuff that we didn’t even work out beforehand—we’re naturally funny.” 

Stuff like a cumbia-infused version of Dio’s “Holy Diver.”

“I like cumbia,” De La Rockha muses. “I like to move like Selena!”

Without giving too much away, the cantor advances a pivotal moment of the show is when he and his bandmates choose “a couple of  jainas” from the audience and bring them onstage to chug some “love juice.” 

The nectar forms when each member suggestively dispenses a different margarita ingredient onto a glass. The pièce de résistance comes when Cucuy juices some lime on his aforementioned metallic groin. 

“We like to pop their Metalacherries,” De La Rockha says of the ritual, with a hearty chuckle. 

Pressed on if he’s ever tasted the juice himself, the vocalist’s answer is swift.

“Fuck no!” he says. “Well...maybe just that once.” 

8 pm Saturday, April 5. $10
Santa Fe Sol
37 Fire Place


comments powered by Disqus


* indicates required
Choose your newsletter(s):
September 27, 2017 by Julie Ann Grimm  
September 13, 2017 by SFR  
September 13, 2017 by Aaron Cantú  
September 13, 2017 by Matt Grubs  

@SFReporter on Instagram