There’s really no better description of “¡Americano!” than the one written by All Music
Americano is one fine album; it should be played at earsplitting volume in pool halls, bowling alleys, and backyard bashes and on college radio stations. It should blare from the CD players of fast cars roaring down empty highways under the stars and just before dawn. Indeed, it should be savored and celebrated by those swaggering street denizens known as the rock & roll faithful as proof that the good stuff never disappears.
Truly, it is the good stuff: ¡Americano! is filled with the fantastic storytelling Roger Clyne is known for, with descriptions of the ordinary persons who straddle borders, whether metaphorical or real. The former are the liars, the cheats, the thieves; the latter are those who move between the United States and Mexico with ease, and feel at home in both places (as Roger does).