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The new mixes are nice and clean, but the real treasure here is the extra material, alternate takes and mixes and even some jams, that provides an intimate snapshot into the creative maelstrom that was this explosively inventive foursome.
Like the whoomp from pouring too much firestarter on and throwing the match in, this band is in your face, exciting and a bit scary at the same time, with its snarling guitars, sneering vocals, and the heft of every possible item in the garage.
Camilo Lara teams up with some influences from the southern hemisphere to bring about this collection of decidedly cumbia-inflected tracks. The sounds lean heavily towards the casiotoned but are expertly counterbalanced with orchestral decorations.
The necessities of busking NYC subways gave birth to this trumpet-sax-drums trio, and on this outing they turn their ears towards the honks and thumps of the boom-bap, building up a collection of soulful and engaging loops out of brass and skin.
Your Jack is a trailer-park poet singing his life into your answering machine, backed with a stripped-down bluesy combo. You will laugh, you will cry, you will sing about sweet countertop love, you will want to give the bass player a goddamn medal.
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