Before your eardrums; Minimalism and deconstruction within reach of maximum sonic pleasure. Compared to the classic recipe of slow compositional digestion; The chefs present here glutamatize rhythms in order to avoid the impertinent auditory burden. With ´TheBottle´ Voodocuts presents ingredients typical of the West Bronx inciting the clapping of palms and rolling skulls on the asphalt. It is not difficult to savor a 'You Know What I Mean' whose breakbeat emulsions proposed by DJ Rosvil take us to ninety rhythmic exhibitions. Although sometimes we need to return to the roots that Fonki Cheff and El Pab7o infer to 'Sobran Cueros' to recover a meaty aftertaste between the vertebra and the sweat. Only in this way will we appreciate the nostalgic jam of 'Hold On' with which Don Funkfarrón reveals our sweetest prejudices based on Tejano harmonies.