Raised under the burning sun of the Mojave desert, Vasquez channels both his punk upbringing and Afro-Cuban heritage to sculpt decidedly dystopian soundscapes for a new generation of torn romantics. It's a brilliant debut set somewhere in the near post-apocalypse where technology enchants as much as it destroys.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a record with such a sense of danceable atmosphere to it aside from maybe Keluar. This is the soundscape of a BDSM nightclub lit entirely by the pulsing red glow of a massive dance-floor packed to the brim with scantily leather-clad bodies. Jackson Eastwood