El Guincho
Pop Negro

THE REVIEW

Tremble France, your throne as the Queen of Indie Labels in Europe is in danger.

For some months now, Spain has been getting a glam push from behind and is getting all fancy (or rather "cooling up") in a big way.

El Guincho (a Barcelonan on his second release) immediately lays his cards on the table: tropicália, balearic beat, various merengue, splashes of dubstep, and seductive saxophone. Words that mean almost nothing but sound so chic and make you want to listen to the album, which is the only way to understand since there aren't many overly similar things circulating (apart from the aforementioned Delorean and the previous album "Alegranza!"). Right from the first track, "Bombay", it stuns and excites with its tamarind percussion and choruses that breathe into your ears: try to believe the juice-sexy-alienating video. The singing in Spanish only increases the excitement and the desire to dance-dance-dance-dance intoxicated until dawn or until your stiletto heels break or you fall because your pants slipped down to your ankles. This is an album that brings you summer even while you're sitting on a ski lift in Madonna di Campiglio, an album that has the same effect as a pill of MDMA in a Piña Colada or a lime stuck in your behind (add mint and cane sugar to taste). On the other hand, how can you say no to the corpse of Paul the octopus on the cover? 

Ultimately, the album for your next beach vacation: an opus so phresh that it's worth bringing a sweater, just in case.