The Los Amigos Invisibles concert experience can be summed up in one fleeting moment that occurred in the closing seconds of the band’s set last Friday, April 2, at Antone’s: As the sextet’s Latin-disco-funk grooves devolved into a going-out-with-a-bang cacophony, a shirtless and sweaty Armando Figueredo could be seen dry-humping his silver M-Audio keyboard furiously as it slithered toward the ground from his two-armed bear hug.
That’s what an Amigos concert is: a sweaty and unbreakable embrace that can only be answered by going along with the ride. If the band jumps up and down, then you and the 600 or so other people in a sold-out Antone’s jump up and down. If lead singer Julio Briceño, with his cooly uncool business casual attire and slack posture, signals you to make a crow-like caw in call-in-response fashion, then you and the 600 or so other people in the room do it too. And you enjoy every minute of it.
Congratulations, Austin. I didn’t think there were enough fresas and NPR listeners to sell out an Amigos show. But when I arrived during the opening band’s set, there was a line around the block of people waiting in vain as a “sold-out” sign hung above the doorway. That’s why you buy your tickets in advance, people. It was a C3 show, after all. Frontgate that shit!
Back to the set: The Amigos didn’t waste any time, almost climaxing prematurely by play two of their most popular hits among the first three songs of the hour-plus set (“Sexy” and “Mentiras”). But they kept the momentum going most of the night with an enthusiastic set composed mostly of older material from their vast decade-plus discography. You knew who the long-time fans were because they sang along to every song and brought their Venezuela flags.
Somehow, the most oddball of Amigos songs, the metal-ish and comically erotic “Merengue Killer,” didn’t seem out of place, nor did the few bars of Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” played by guitarist Cheo. But the most unexpected song came during the band’s encore, when the Amigos busted out into a faithful rendition of The Vengaboys’ “We Like to Party” (remember the Six Flags commercial with the dancing old man?). Basically, if you didn’t have fun at this show, you likely lack a pulse. Please consult your physician.