"[Cybertropic Chilango Power] evokes a place where rebel gangs proclaim revolution to the pulse of mambo and merengue rhythms. An eight-piece collective, Los de Abajo at times seem like a semiacoustic Rage Against the Machine, delivering musical manifestos via mariachi brass and percolating percussion."
— BLENDER

'Call it Tropipunk, file it under Explosive. It's the sound of the future, get used to it'.
MOJO MAGAZINE

There are no güeyes better than others
Being equal is not a given right; it's just common sense
You step on the same grass, sit on the same chair as Bush
He eats, he drinks, he shits, just like you and me
Why should we accept that there are some who think they are better than us?
And when the day comes, where alien invaders land on earth
They're not going to say: 'This one is black, and this one is white.'
They're going to see a bunch of humans
That's all, that's all, we're all just human
We're all just human.

Demeterio Macias
An Underdog from Chilango City, September 2011