“The sounds are found at the intersection of the downtown dancefloor, the sweaty basement bembé, and the smoldering campfire on a remote beach. The songs were born on Brooklyn rooftops, Mayan pyramids, and Texas traffic jams. The music carries traces of long-lost corridos of Mexico, echoes of Yoruba godparents, of wistful soul music and Sufi poetry sung behind closed doors, blazing a path of love and mystery.”

If music can be sexy, and I believe it can, this album is definitive. Go listen on the Ocote Soul Sounds myspace page.