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Esta semana: dos Picks to Click anteriores!

En 2016, el mejor solo de acordeón es posiblemente en los manos de Ricky Muñoz. En la radio, esas 16 medidas de “Tu Ausencia” contrastan con todo que está cerca, incluso mis propios dedos. Mis gorditas pequeñas se muevan como perezosos. Escribir para el Singles Jukebox, Leonel Manzanares nos dió un sinopsis util de Intocable (“the Steely Dan of Tex-Mex”), todavía una banda importante y divertida.

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For the second time in a decade, Ricky Muñoz cries out “me faltas tú” in the chorus of a song; and just like last time, René Martínez bashes his batería with cheerful indifference to his friend’s bereftitude. I just finished reading The Giver so I’m a little tender, but for all the heartbreaking details in the lyrics — color giving way to gray, the absence of dew and breath — the most striking moments are pure communal musical joy: Hotshot accordion duking it out with distorted guitar. Cadences stretched past their expected stopping points. Muñoz’s inexplicable ability to scan the word “inexplicablemente.” The rhythm section that keeps finding new ways to lope. And finally, “eeeYAHW!!!!”

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¿Por qué nadie se gusta “Shaky Shaky”? (Excepto Cassy Gress; gracias, Cassy. Shaky shaky.) Pobre Daddy Yankee. Sí, él es “repetitivo,” pero LA VIDA es repetitivo. Ergo Daddy Yankee representa la vida… y el terremoto… y el aficionado de booty en todos nosotros.

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Daddy Yankee’s “One take!” braggadocio makes him more Cee-Lo than Glenn Gould, so thank goodness DJ Urba and Rome marshaled a small army of Yankees to squawk and pop off around him. Working those “rrrrr”s and changing his delivery from one chorus to the next, Yankee twitches like a seismograph needle giddy over the destructive potential of booty.

¡VALE LA PENA!

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