Pinche Gringo is somewhat of an underground legend around here. Slowly creeping from the ashes of the beloved Spinns, Josh Johnson began as a jittery one-man garage band not unlike BBQ (aka Mark Sultan), who sometimes tours with his lovely drummer/partner. Loose, fast and raw, beaming with foot-stompin’ electricity that’s sure to toss ya into a little mindless swing, this man has somehow caught hold of that same loose wire that spark-fed such shining acts as the Cramps, X and Hasil Adkins. Truly a site. - WNnG Bull City Records.
It's pushing toward dawn when the caffeine shakes kick in, eerily synchronous with Josh Johnson's own rattling garage rock as it pushes the limits of my tiny computer speakers. His one-man (sometimes with one woman, too) band Pinche Gringo is soundtracking the swells of the bags under my eyes. Short of actually seeing the punk-blues barrage in person, it couldn't sound better. Lucky, then, are the souls who venture below the Cave's low-ceiling for Pinche Gringo's presence. Bryan Reed Indy Weekly