DJing isn’t only a aspect gig for Chuquimamani-Condori—it’s the ethos that guides their whole inventive apply. They have a look at the way in which music passes by way of them: the place it comes from, the place it goes, and the tales it picks up alongside the way in which. Of their palms, every part is ripe to be remixed, whether or not a given monitor or the way in which it’s launched, methods of listening to music or simply methods of present. For the reason that Nashville-based Bolivian American producer as soon as often called Elysia Crampton has rebirthed their undertaking below their Aymara identify, their work has change into much more celebratory of their place in a lineage of queer and Indigenous music, and defiant of the bigger forces that may attempt to field them in. If 2023’s DJ E was primarily a reintroduction, presenting the sound they first honed on American Drift and The Mild That You Gave Me to See You in a extra smeared (but sharpened) incarnation, this yr’s Los Thuthanaka has blown the gates large open, making a sprawling type of half-CDJ’d/half-shredded Andean people collage with their brother Joshua Chuquimia Crampton that calls into query what the hell the remainder of the experimental music world is doing to catch up.
Edits, then, is a little bit of a breather, even when its presentation is as demanding as ever. Compiling 100 minutes of remixes pulled from varied reside units and DJ mixes during the last six years (together with some new hard-drive loosies), that is the uncooked Play-Doh that Chuquimamani-Condori’s world is constructed from. Kullawada drum rolls crash in opposition to distended Goo Goo Dolls samples, whereas Clairo’s voice will get battered by caporales beats like a toy being fed by way of a trash compactor. Bro nation, ’90s freestyle, tecnocumbia, cloud rap—it’s all truthful sport right here, and the more unusual Chuquimamani-Condori’s mashups get, the extra they uncover a way of marvel and vulnerability buried in unlikely locations. It might be a laptop computer dump, nevertheless it speaks to the unfastened, fractured nature of their work that the outcomes aren’t that far off from an “official” DJ E album (no matter which means).
Songs can’t make it out of Chuquimamani-Condori’s blender with out being radically altered: A easy caporales rhythm can utterly knock Bruce Hornsby and Beyoncé off their axes, one way or the other turning them each sillier and extra honest on the identical time. Random non-hits like Gregory Dillon’s “Plastic Ferrari” bloom from satisfactory CW Community-ready synth pop into swirling, epic confessions of queerness. Nowhere are DJ E’s juxtapositions starker or extra fascinating than of their takes on mainstream nation, which complicate their sometimes staunchly anti-colonialist perspective by bringing out the sweetness in these tracks, as if in an try to barter with working-class whiteness itself, as an individual of blended race. After they fire up Religion Hill’s “Breathe” with their very own “Respiratory,” the street to the shimmering refrain is plagued by so many slippery beats that when all of it lastly locks in, the entire thing explodes like fireworks. Their spin on Parker McCollum’s “Deal with on You” takes the other route by stripping issues method down, swapping out the drums for Joshua Chuquimia Crampton’s engulfing guitar fuzz and wiping the polished sheen away till its determined emotional core is laid naked.
