Live
< el Guincho at White Heat, Soho
words by Danielle Goldstein
What you bear witness to at an el Guincho show is an absolute mind-fuck. Don’t expect to form a separate opinion of each track: you’ll either love him or hate him, because if there’s one beguiling thing about this Spaniard it’s that live his songs don’t end or begin. In bright red trousers with wayward curls, he takes the stage with a floor tom, a closed hi-hat and a four-track sampler alone, laying waste to a sonic whirlwind, sucking in the world, from Tropicália to Bhangra beats. He loops steel pan rolls as he taps hurriedly on the rim of his tom, bobbing his head and bellowing repetitively. A mind-blowing experience.Photography by Danielle Goldstein
Originally appeared in volume 2, issue 1 of Loud & Quiet magazine
