NAAFI host the hardcore future tribalism of El Irreal Veintiuno and his swingeing blends of tribal guarachero, cumbia, dembow and footwork, spliced with pre-Hispanic influences
As previously ventured on Amazondotcom & Siete Catorce’s LA-based Subreal, Mexican artist El Irreal Veintiuno takes bold license to fuck with style and pattern in uniquely kinematic ways reflective of new movements in CDMX. His 2nd EP, proper, after numerous compilation shots, ‘Vestigio’ works up a mean swill of styles, atavistic and futuristic, for the realest dancers, showing up western styles’ lack of rhythmic imagination or sexiness in five bits that do wicked things with your hips and limbs.
The sub-loaded, doble paso dembow twiss-up ‘Cueva’ triggers a killer session taking in the murderous trample of ‘Templo’, the Debit-adjacent electronic tone and Cumbia-styled hustle of ‘Dualidad’ and unmissable, coiled battery of ‘Tak ti´ uláak´k ´iin’ with its spooked out spatialisation and pitching meter, or the bittersweet tang of the title tune, for a ravishing example of why Mexico has become a hotbed for the sickest dance music right now.
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NAAFI host the hardcore future tribalism of El Irreal Veintiuno and his swingeing blends of tribal guarachero, cumbia, dembow and footwork, spliced with pre-Hispanic influences
As previously ventured on Amazondotcom & Siete Catorce’s LA-based Subreal, Mexican artist El Irreal Veintiuno takes bold license to fuck with style and pattern in uniquely kinematic ways reflective of new movements in CDMX. His 2nd EP, proper, after numerous compilation shots, ‘Vestigio’ works up a mean swill of styles, atavistic and futuristic, for the realest dancers, showing up western styles’ lack of rhythmic imagination or sexiness in five bits that do wicked things with your hips and limbs.
The sub-loaded, doble paso dembow twiss-up ‘Cueva’ triggers a killer session taking in the murderous trample of ‘Templo’, the Debit-adjacent electronic tone and Cumbia-styled hustle of ‘Dualidad’ and unmissable, coiled battery of ‘Tak ti´ uláak´k ´iin’ with its spooked out spatialisation and pitching meter, or the bittersweet tang of the title tune, for a ravishing example of why Mexico has become a hotbed for the sickest dance music right now.
NAAFI host the hardcore future tribalism of El Irreal Veintiuno and his swingeing blends of tribal guarachero, cumbia, dembow and footwork, spliced with pre-Hispanic influences
As previously ventured on Amazondotcom & Siete Catorce’s LA-based Subreal, Mexican artist El Irreal Veintiuno takes bold license to fuck with style and pattern in uniquely kinematic ways reflective of new movements in CDMX. His 2nd EP, proper, after numerous compilation shots, ‘Vestigio’ works up a mean swill of styles, atavistic and futuristic, for the realest dancers, showing up western styles’ lack of rhythmic imagination or sexiness in five bits that do wicked things with your hips and limbs.
The sub-loaded, doble paso dembow twiss-up ‘Cueva’ triggers a killer session taking in the murderous trample of ‘Templo’, the Debit-adjacent electronic tone and Cumbia-styled hustle of ‘Dualidad’ and unmissable, coiled battery of ‘Tak ti´ uláak´k ´iin’ with its spooked out spatialisation and pitching meter, or the bittersweet tang of the title tune, for a ravishing example of why Mexico has become a hotbed for the sickest dance music right now.
NAAFI host the hardcore future tribalism of El Irreal Veintiuno and his swingeing blends of tribal guarachero, cumbia, dembow and footwork, spliced with pre-Hispanic influences
As previously ventured on Amazondotcom & Siete Catorce’s LA-based Subreal, Mexican artist El Irreal Veintiuno takes bold license to fuck with style and pattern in uniquely kinematic ways reflective of new movements in CDMX. His 2nd EP, proper, after numerous compilation shots, ‘Vestigio’ works up a mean swill of styles, atavistic and futuristic, for the realest dancers, showing up western styles’ lack of rhythmic imagination or sexiness in five bits that do wicked things with your hips and limbs.
The sub-loaded, doble paso dembow twiss-up ‘Cueva’ triggers a killer session taking in the murderous trample of ‘Templo’, the Debit-adjacent electronic tone and Cumbia-styled hustle of ‘Dualidad’ and unmissable, coiled battery of ‘Tak ti´ uláak´k ´iin’ with its spooked out spatialisation and pitching meter, or the bittersweet tang of the title tune, for a ravishing example of why Mexico has become a hotbed for the sickest dance music right now.