Uruguayan club futurist Lechuga Zafiro outdoes himself here, offering a taste of his shockingly mind-bending new album and using bonkers field recordings - of global flora and fauna - to inform his heaving rhythms and polychromatic textures. Next fucking level.
As a rule of thumb, if a producer can make a dancefloor cut that hits hard enough that you barely notice that it's lurching way off the grid, then we're interested. And we'd challenge any DJ to puzzle out a smooth blend of 'Botellarharpa', a track so twisted that we're not sure whether it's even dance music any more. Club concrète maybe? Zafiro's palette is refreshingly organic, and he's not just showboating. His arsenal of samples - collected from China, Uruguay, El Salvador, Argentina and Portugal - provides texture and buoyancy to his productions, and this one in particular sounds as if it's pulling itself between electro-acoustic abstraction and French touch funkiness. It's unclassifiably good - bring on the full-length.
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Uruguayan club futurist Lechuga Zafiro outdoes himself here, offering a taste of his shockingly mind-bending new album and using bonkers field recordings - of global flora and fauna - to inform his heaving rhythms and polychromatic textures. Next fucking level.
As a rule of thumb, if a producer can make a dancefloor cut that hits hard enough that you barely notice that it's lurching way off the grid, then we're interested. And we'd challenge any DJ to puzzle out a smooth blend of 'Botellarharpa', a track so twisted that we're not sure whether it's even dance music any more. Club concrète maybe? Zafiro's palette is refreshingly organic, and he's not just showboating. His arsenal of samples - collected from China, Uruguay, El Salvador, Argentina and Portugal - provides texture and buoyancy to his productions, and this one in particular sounds as if it's pulling itself between electro-acoustic abstraction and French touch funkiness. It's unclassifiably good - bring on the full-length.
Uruguayan club futurist Lechuga Zafiro outdoes himself here, offering a taste of his shockingly mind-bending new album and using bonkers field recordings - of global flora and fauna - to inform his heaving rhythms and polychromatic textures. Next fucking level.
As a rule of thumb, if a producer can make a dancefloor cut that hits hard enough that you barely notice that it's lurching way off the grid, then we're interested. And we'd challenge any DJ to puzzle out a smooth blend of 'Botellarharpa', a track so twisted that we're not sure whether it's even dance music any more. Club concrète maybe? Zafiro's palette is refreshingly organic, and he's not just showboating. His arsenal of samples - collected from China, Uruguay, El Salvador, Argentina and Portugal - provides texture and buoyancy to his productions, and this one in particular sounds as if it's pulling itself between electro-acoustic abstraction and French touch funkiness. It's unclassifiably good - bring on the full-length.
Uruguayan club futurist Lechuga Zafiro outdoes himself here, offering a taste of his shockingly mind-bending new album and using bonkers field recordings - of global flora and fauna - to inform his heaving rhythms and polychromatic textures. Next fucking level.
As a rule of thumb, if a producer can make a dancefloor cut that hits hard enough that you barely notice that it's lurching way off the grid, then we're interested. And we'd challenge any DJ to puzzle out a smooth blend of 'Botellarharpa', a track so twisted that we're not sure whether it's even dance music any more. Club concrète maybe? Zafiro's palette is refreshingly organic, and he's not just showboating. His arsenal of samples - collected from China, Uruguay, El Salvador, Argentina and Portugal - provides texture and buoyancy to his productions, and this one in particular sounds as if it's pulling itself between electro-acoustic abstraction and French touch funkiness. It's unclassifiably good - bring on the full-length.