I lived in Mexico as a young lad, and I have memories of the Day of the Dead - distorted and filled with more impressions than understanding, but powerful nonetheless. One of those memories is the smell of pan de muerto (which is more complicated to bake than I imagined, involving a long list of ingredients and fairly exacting directions) baking in an outdoor, wood-fired brick oven.
This song shouldn't spark those memories, but it does.
Jolie Holland's voice doesn't seem to worry too much about the presentation, focusing instead on making every sound an urgent expression of emotional intent. And it might just be the dialogue between that voice and the sound of the guitar - solid, grounding, connected to the earth - that gives the song its power. Maybe. It's hard to tell how much is the song and how much is nostalgia.
Dig the outfits - especially the nod to Frida Kahlo at the end.
Jolie Holland
"Mexico City"
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