I have this secret penchant for Spanish Pop, Rock en Espanol if you will…and on my trip I made a couple of discoveries that brightened my trip.
Editorial Reviews
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Belanova hails from Mexico, but the chirpy pop trio’s Dulce Beat has a vibe that draws inspiration from all over the world. The disc is awash in electro-lounge grooves, technicolor club beats and disco throwbacks. It’s an arresting mix, anchored by lead singer and songwriter Denissse Guerrero’s wispy, slinky vocals. At times Guerrero’s assured delivery seems a hybrid of Aussie diva Kylie Minogue, female compatriot Julieta Venegas and No Doubt glamour-girl Gwen Stefani. In fact any of Belanova’s songs would sound right at home on discs from that eclectic trio. Still, Belanova manages to be wholly original in its sound. “Escena Final” rides a galloping electronic groove, and the pop polish of “Miedo” benefits from just the right rock edge from its driving guitar work. High-energy, Euro-pop influences abound, particularly during the dizzying delight of “Nino,” the luscious “Sonar” and the ping-pong rhythm of “Me Pregunto.” Belanova also excels on the English-language “Sexy,” a fluffy, flirty treat that–like the rest of Dulce Beat–soars to the pop heavens on a cotton-candy cloud. –Joey Guerra
and Instituto Mexicano del Sonido
Instituto Mexicano del Sonido
Méjico Máxico (Nacional Records)
By Javier Andrade
Article Published May 25, 2006
Music Details
Who / What:
Instituto Mexicano del Sonido
Méjico Máxico
Music Genre:
Latin/Tropical
Instituto Mexicano del Sonido (IMS) is a one-man type of project, with lots of after-hour editions and additions at a home computer. During the day, Camilo Lara is the well-known industry man and savvy record label guy who works for major companies in Mexico City. By night, he finds magic in a huge record collection and dreams of creating the perfect background party music. As a result, an IMS album is an experimental journey to an imaginary Mexico where cumbia and cha-cha blend with down- and up-tempo beats and broken-hearted radio-soap-style quotes like this one: “That day he woke up to the news that his wife had left him/The intention of going after her didn’t even cross his mind/He let her go without asking nothing at all, neither with whom, nor to where.” That song is humorously called “Lovesong to My Future Girlfriend.” It is, perhaps, a synthesis of the obsessive work of cutting and pasting that took Lara’s nightlife away for the past few years, though he sounds like he had some fun too.
