Funky magic in the 70’s Latin vibe, there’s even a touch of cowbell. There’s also horns, crazy butt rumpin’ percussion, thumping piano work, and a mass of Spanish verbiage that I can’t begin to translate since I don’t know Spanish. At times you wish they’d calm down, it’s just too good. When they’re not jamming the polyester empanada dance floor, they put out some delicate love melodies that ain’t bad either. If you’ve never thought about making a exploitation movie about a Spanish ass-kicker, then you just might after giving this album a spin. In some ways it reminds me a bit of what might happen if Ozomatli and the Budos Band ever got together on a lost weekend, but perhaps I’m given to strange ideas. Read more..
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