Since their beginnings, Los Amigos have blended an array of dance-inspired influences, and Zinga Son emphasizes each while maintaining a well-balanced mix. Most importantly, though, the overall sound is much richer- singer Julio BriceƱo's voice has been mellowed into the instrumental mix, an arrangement relying more on lush, multi-tracked layering than aggressive shredding. Also, their playful horndog tendencies have become humorous asides rather than a fratboyish focal point (the album's name loosely translates to "The Major Venezuelan Fuckfest"), a misstep in their older work that led to song titles like "Masturbation Session" and "El Disco Anal". For instance, they again present an unabridged 70-minute marathon, but this time it's due to extended track length (another house-mix touch) rather than an excessive number of tracks. There's no question that these six Venezuelan funboys have grown up, but they're still far from mature, which is ultimately a good thing. This is the sleek, globe-spanning lovefest Los Amigos always had in them- Masters at Work just peeled away the fluff. The album's filtered percussion, insistent backbeat and silvery, synthesized sheen mark it as a mood enhancer that could've been borne out of the OM or Ubiquity Records incubator. 1 dives gracefully into its swirling currents. Whereas Arepa took a hesitant, flailing step towards dancefloor electronica, The Venezuelan Zinga Son, Vol. As the elder statesmen of the club-friendly blend of throbbing Latin rhythms and breezy electronic textures known as the Nuyorican sound, "Little" Louie Vega and Kenny "Dope" Gonzalez were the perfect choice to sculpt the band's post-millennial image. ![]() ![]() Someone put a call in to production team Masters at Work. Then, something wonderful happened: lightning struck, planets aligned, genius intervened.
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