On this bittersweet album, which arrived the same year as Ariel Camacho's untimely death, the Sinaloan trio channels the classical corridistas of northern Mexico. So much more than just a narcocorrido ensemble, they expertly combine acoustic bass, 12-string guitar, and tuba to conjure an emotional rawness that suits songs like "Hablemos," a plea for peace between ex-lovers. As his band's name suggests, the lead crooner chronicled the lives of working-class people. On the slow-burning, bittersweet “Cada Quien,” Camacho longs for a simple, small-town existence.