Primavera Sound Barcelona
Parc del Fòrum
curated by Yung Beef
Talking about reggaeton and the likes in Panama is quite similar to talking about rock’n’roll in Memphis or techno in Detroit. It is going back to its origins, to its roots, to the primordial soup. In this case, to the soundsystems of the direct descendants of the Jamaican immigrants who built the Panama Canal, where Japanese –the bloke that looks like an ex-boxer– would play his bass rhythms at top volume. Basically, that is what he is: those hip hop, dancehall and reggaeton hooks can knock anybody out. Retaking the comparison that opens the text as a way of epilogue: the Elvis (maybe, the Johnny Cash) of the genre is in town.
El día que me quede ciego (Posterhits, 2018)