Maleza

The Bad Influences, from Bogota, in Colombia, with their third album for us: twenty-eight gorgeous variations of saudade, in a warmly acoustic, post-punk take on tropicalismo impromptu, snapshot and sublime.

Kind of like if the Young Marble Giants sang in Spanish and didn't fully know how to play - pretty great (Vice); Deliciously haunting... rekindles the spirit of DIY that their British counterparts have so patently forgotten (The Times); Startlingly poignant (Metro); One of the most charming idiosyncrasies I have heard all year... where truth is seized accidentally and musical shambles are sweet, virtuous and silly... like watching early Bunuel without subtitles (Plan B).