Chapulin Mimosa is a rhythmic alchemist. Hailing from an experimental universe, his new project delves deeper into the rhythmic dimension.
Gone is the acid-drenched contemplation: in its place, a cleverly deconstructed trance, somewhere between the fever of amapiano and the shimmering groove of a fantasized halal disco, between the sweaty syncopations of dembow and the vibrant marrow of psychedelic cumbia.
But Chapulin doesn’t just sculpt sound — he sings too, over beats that intertwine like love-struck serpents, making borders dance.