The Nocturnal introduces The Marcelas as a band with no interest in keeping things chill. Their debut EP delivers five songs steeped in goth and punk tradition, sharpened by horror aesthetics and bilingual bite. Built for live rooms and late nights, the release balances menace with mischief, presenting a group already fluent in its own language.
Spawning out of East San Diego, The Marcelas bring a Gothic-leaning punk sound filtered through a Chicano lens, slipping between English and Spanish without ceremony. At the center of it all are brothers Hector and Diego Altamirano, joined by Marcos Macabra, steering the band with a shared sense of purpose. Deep, vampiric vocals meet piercing yells that belong in a punk dive, bass lines that stalk, and drums that snap. Their chaos is focused, shared, and full of charm.
Each song on The Nocturnal carries its own posture and personality, a cast of characters stepping into frame under the same flickering streetlight. It’s music built to move bodies and bend moods, the kind that makes a small room feel alive and slightly dangerous. Horror films aren’t treated as references so much as shared language. There’s playfulness, pride, and a sense of lineage to acts like The Cramps, The Misfits, and Bauhaus.
Nocturnal, the title track, leans into camp with confidence. There’s something knowingly accusatory in its crawl, a dark comedy that nods toward rock-and-roll mischief without breaking character. Ghostly synth flourishes drift through the mix like organ tones from a midnight movie matinee, setting a mood that’s spooky without taking itself too seriously. Lobotomy turns inward and outward at once, ripping away the romantic sheen for something more feral. The track barrels forward like a bad idea you can’t stop yourself from following. The lyrics circle themes of erasure and betrayal, a metaphorical procedure offered as escape. Emotional pressure builds until it feels physical, a spiral where memory and desire collide.
Kreecher shifts the floor under your feet. Its synth work flirts with a cold, icy, dark electroclash dirge, strange and inviting, anchored by a backbeat made for club nights where the lights stay low and the air stays warm. A breakdown drops in with a distorted Spanish voiceover, a moment that feels both ritualistic and mischievous. It’s a reminder that dance and dread have always shared the same room.
Morbid closes in with weight. Spooky vocals ride menacing guitars, pushing the track into a weird, bombastic space that feels half-possessed, half-celebratory. It’s unafraid to get ugly in the name of feeling something real, dragging the listener through a funhouse corridor that ends in laughter rather than fear.
Finally Vampire Breath plays like a midnight love letter written with fangs, a serrated goth anthem threaded with Chicano flair and a deathrock sense of humor that knows exactly what it’s doing. Horror-film theatrics meet cheeky self-awareness as the track tells the story of a soul-stealing siren—icy allure, steep price. Goosebumps come guaranteed, essence optional. It’s romance with bite, served with a grin that suggests everyone’s in on the joke. “Vampire Breath is a loveless romance,” says lead vocalist Hector. “Punk rock in vibe and gothic in character.”
Listen to The Nocturnal below and order the EP here.
The Nocturnal shows up, lights low, volume high, and invites you closer. Bringing in Bidi Cobra from Matte Blvck to produce the EP, alongside Austin Speed for mixing and mastering, gives the songs room to breathe without sanding off their edges. The sound stays physical and immediate, bass-heavy and fast on its feet, every element pulling in the same direction.
For a debut, it feels confident and communal, aware of its roots and excited about its own shadowed future. This is music meant to be played loud in small rooms, shared between friends, and carried out into the night by a cloud of bats.
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