X by the Mexicolas is a pure example of why I miss radio so much. I’m talking real radio here, not the homogenized pabulum the broadcast monopolies push down our throats. I’m talking about that time not long ago when you could flip on any number of stations and be given the opportunity to hear something new, different, exciting. The chances of having that happen today are slightly less than those of winning the lottery. Call me lucky because I found out about Mexicolas when I happened to turn on an Indie 103 weekend show that plays imports. X is a rock record. At times it sounds like Charlie Sexton singing lead for Soundgarden and at others, as on “Big in Japan,” it could have been scooped right out of the early ‘80s and plopped down onto your ancient turntable. X is filled with ...