Los Bitchos - Let the Festivities Begin! (2022) [24bit FLAC]

Artist: Los Bitchos
Title: Let the Festivities Begin!
Year Of Release: 2022
Label: City Slang – Slang50385 / City Slang – Slang50385LP / Vinyl,LP
Genre: Indie Pop, Indie Rock, Surf Rock, Instrumental
Quality: FLAC (tracks+.cue,log) / FLAC (tracks) 24bit-96kHz
Total Time: 36:57
Total Size: 242 / 721 Mb
WebSite: Album Preview
Tracklist: Title: Let the Festivities Begin!
Year Of Release: 2022
Label: City Slang – Slang50385 / City Slang – Slang50385LP / Vinyl,LP
Genre: Indie Pop, Indie Rock, Surf Rock, Instrumental
Quality: FLAC (tracks+.cue,log) / FLAC (tracks) 24bit-96kHz
Total Time: 36:57
Total Size: 242 / 721 Mb
WebSite: Album Preview
01. The Link Is About To Die (03:48)
02. I Enjoy It (03:24)
03. Pista (Fresh Start) (03:22)
04. FFS (02:52)
05. Tropico (03:36)
06. Las Panteras (03:52)
07. Good to Go! (03:02)
08. Change of Heart (03:33)
09. Tripping at a Party (02:43)
10. Try the circle! (03:54)
11. Lindsay Goes to Mykonos (02:51)
Produced by Franz Ferdinand’s Alex Kapranos, the multi-national group fuses Argentine cumbia, Peruvian chicha, and Turkish psych into a giddy sound that leans unabashedly retro.
Los Bitchos’ Let the Festivities Begin! is retro, wide-reaching, and as festive as the title promises. The London group’s debut, produced by Franz Ferdinand’s Alex Kapranos, resembles the soundtrack to an early-’70s gap year, an amalgam of influences and instruments that runs decidedly groovy. Here, we coast on vibes and guitar licks, navigating a surf-rock odyssey by way of Argentine cumbia, Peruvian chicha, and Turkish psych. Happily, its disparate parts turn out to be as cohesive as they are giddy. And if it never amounts to much more than that, so what? Better a good trip than a navel-gazing one; better a quick romp than a slog through the cerebral.
Los Bitchos’ Let the Festivities Begin! is retro, wide-reaching, and as festive as the title promises. The London group’s debut, produced by Franz Ferdinand’s Alex Kapranos, resembles the soundtrack to an early-’70s gap year, an amalgam of influences and instruments that runs decidedly groovy. Here, we coast on vibes and guitar licks, navigating a surf-rock odyssey by way of Argentine cumbia, Peruvian chicha, and Turkish psych. Happily, its disparate parts turn out to be as cohesive as they are giddy. And if it never amounts to much more than that, so what? Better a good trip than a navel-gazing one; better a quick romp than a slog through the cerebral.