Mingo bells

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— Rob DeWalt

Not the zom­bie apoc­a­lypse, but close. Wel­come back a bar­rage of hol­i­day mu­sic, which em­anates from ev­ery P.A. sys­tem and overly cheery re­tailer’s pump­kin piehole un­til Dec. 26.

It didn’t dawn on me that the jin­gle-barf on­slaught had fully ma­te­ri­al­ized un­til last week when I heard a fa­mil­iar voice at my fa­vorite lo­cal car­nicería. While jab­bing my fin­gers pen­sively into the side of a plas­tic bag filled with jig­gling chunks of beef tripe, I perked my ears up when I heard, “¿Ma­macita, donde está Santa Claus?”

Sig­nal­ing the start of my per­sonal au­ral-tor­ture pa­rade this year was for­mer child ac­tor Augie Rios, who recorded “¿Dónde Está Santa Claus?” with the Mark Jef­frey Or­ches­tra in 1958 for MGM Records (the B-side was “Ol’ Fatso”). The song was later recorded by fla­menco gui­tarist/come­di­enne Charo, as well as in­die-rock band Guster and Elvis im­per­son­ator/rock singer El Vez. But Augie’s ver­sion reigns supreme as the hol­i­day song I can hear just once and then have stuck in my head long af­ter New Year’s Eve.

You know that the­ory about play­ing a song to get it of your head? It doesn’t work with lil’ Augie. It just makes things worse. The only cure is to cram your eardrums with as much ex­tra­ne­ous non-hol­i­day mu­sic as pos­si­ble. If you were masochis­tic or dense enough to Google this song and now need some re­lief of your own, I can sug­gest a cou­ple of things that may keep you from re­peat­edly jab­bing a candy cane into the side of your cra­nium to make the voices stop.

I have a sweet spot for the mu­sic of lo­cal singer-song­writer Zach Maloof, who has tack­led ev­ery­thing from punk to power pop, in­die rock, and acous­tic folk over the past five years. Now Maloof, to­gether with Tay­lor Osborn and Nick Pfeil, has gone silly-strange and strictly hip-hop à la The Blood­hound Gang. The trio’s new project, State of the Mingo, finds band mem­bers as­sum­ing new iden­ti­ties. Maloof is MC O.G. Wil­lik­ers, Osborn is Pro­fes­sor Cor­nelius, and Pfiel is Papa Squat, and to­gether they’re on a mis­sion to freak your pants off and make you boo­gie down and dirty. (There are other band mem­bers with aliases, like drum­mer JD Gilliland, aka DJ B.P.M. 120, and bassist Cody Drouin, aka Docta G.)

Maloof and the gang re­cently re­leased a six­song EP mas­tered by gui­tarist Jesse Al­bright at Al­bright’s DMBD Au­dio Pro­duc­tions in Santa Fe. The al­bum’s stand­out track, “Dreams Come True,” is an auto-tuned, si­tar-and tabla-soaked psy­che­delic ode to ful­fill­ing weird, weed-fu­eled fan­tasies, such as hop­ping “on a magic car­pet through the Serengeti, rid­ing in a bath­tub full of spaghetti.” Fur­ther­more, the trio asks, “have you ever wanted to make love to Big­foot, while the two of you were be­ing watched by lady Big­foot?” Catch live with lo­cal alt-coun­try four­some they per­form at

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at the (370 Montezuma Ave., 984-2691). Ad­mis­sion for the 21-and-over show is $5. Head over to www. mingo.band­camp.com for some free down­loads. If you want to hear “Dreams Come True,” be a sport, sup­port lo­cal mu­sic, and buy the al­bum at the show.

Speak­ing of noisemaker Al­bright, he and his eardrum-crush­ing death-metal com­pan­ions in per­form an all-ages, al­co­hol-free show along with

and at at the teen and young-adult arts cen­ter (1614 Paseo de Per­alta, 989-4423, www.ware­house21.org). If any­thing can scare Augie’s voice out of your sug­arplum-dented nog­gin, it’s this gath­er­ing of shred­ders. If that doesn’t work, at least you won’t be able to hear any­thing else for weeks to come. Tick­ets are $5.

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