Album Review: Al Infierno En Paz by The Abstinence
Alright, so let me break this down for ya. Al Infierno En Paz by The Abstinence is one of those albums that just hits different. It came out in 2018, and it’s like a wild mashup of surf rock vibes, garage grit, and some straight-up Pop/Rock energy. The band hails from Spain and Argentina, which kinda explains why the whole thing feels like a chaotic road trip through two totally different worlds—and I mean that in the best way possible.
The album was released under Destroy Records and ATMC Records, and you can tell they didn’t mess around when they got Jim Diamond to master it. Dude knows his stuff, and it shows. Every track has this raw punch to it, but there are a couple songs that really stuck with me after listening.
First off, “Bebés De Mi Sangre.” Man, this song is creepy as hell but in the coolest way. The lyrics feel like a fever dream, and the guitar riffs? Super catchy, but also kinda unsettling, like walking into a dark alleyway at night and hearing something weird echo behind you. It’s one of those tracks where you’re not sure if you should headbang or just sit there staring into space thinking about life choices. Either way, it works.
Then there’s “Surfing Go-Go,” which is basically the opposite vibe. This one screams summer beach party—if your beach party happens to have zombies crashing it. It’s got that classic surf rock twang mixed with punky garage rock chaos. You can practically picture yourself on a board, dodging sharks while blasting this tune. Honestly, every time I hear it, I wanna grab a skateboard (even though I suck at skateboarding) and pretend I’m in some retro movie montage.
Other standouts include “Horror Tétrico,” which sounds exactly like its name—spooky AF—and “The Sheriff Of Chinatown,” which feels like an outlaw spaghetti western theme got drunk and decided to join a rock band. There’s no shortage of wild creativity here, trust me.
What I love most about Al Infierno En Paz is how unapologetically messy it is. Like, these guys clearly weren’t trying to make something polished or radio-friendly—they were just having fun making noise. And honestly? That’s what makes it stick. It’s not perfect, but who cares? Perfection’s boring anyway.
Final thought: If this album had a personality, it’d probably be that slightly unhinged friend who always convinces you to do dumb stuff—but somehow, you never regret it afterward. Check it out if you’re into music that doesn’t take itself too seriously. Also, moscas means flies in Spanish, so maybe don’t overthink the song titled “Moscas” unless you want nightmares. Your call.
