A bare afro-cuban jazz record, sounding field-recorded-sparse and infinitely improvised. Congas and other percussion are at the backbone, with flecks of guitar and shouted vocalizations punctuating the slithery rhythms, on and on into the day, on and on into the night.
It's too raw to be easily listenable, and the shouty call-and-response vocals can be downright grating, but there's a sense of music coming through man and woman here, of rhythm leading and its makers following, and that's undeniably exciting 3/5
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