Don't strain your ears for soothing vocals on Zemog's El Gallo Bueno (Aagoo). Bandleader Aib Gomez is one sandpapery plenero. But he comes by his oddness honestly. Gomez grew up in rural Puerto Rico fascinated by watching freshly decapitated chickens run around the yard of his grandfather's farm. He ended up moving with his family to the U.S. as a boy and living in a house converted from a chicken coop. Playing out recurring dreams of being a rooster, he crows with his band Zemog, "the rooster is flying on his faith," on "Animate," a cut enlivened to the point of sheer frenzy with human-poultry noises backed by real rooster vocalizations. Zemog is Gomez backwards, which is a none-to-subtle tip-off that Gomez is bent on setting tradition on its head. An in-your-face parody of Latin American rural village bands that can barely play their brass instruments in unison seems to be the motivation behind the overriding clamor and clatter. So is the call to party. The songs are white hot, cranked up, and running on nine cylinders. But whap me with a quatro if Frank Zappa's ghost doesn't rear its art-damaged head in "Palo De Ron" along with free jazz influences and dollops of Sun Ra. and speaking of jazz, get past too-spooky-for-Halloween mutterings of "Egra" and squeeze into the busy happenings of "Lares Vegas" which takes off from the jumpiness of 1920's jazz a la Fletcher Henderson. Wild percussion, crazy riffs, and mayhem combine with solid chops plus meat-and-potatoes plena atmosphere. What a ride! What a band! But get a singer!