WHATEVER else you're in amongst, the chances are it doesn't sound much like the debut album by Poppy Perezz.
This Bristolian four-piece, whose guitarist is Mexican and drummer is Trinidadian, serve up a bewildering blend of synth-mariachi-tropical-pop that is roughly the sonic equivalent of stirring refried beans and hallucinogenic drugs into your Lilt and tipping it down in a hurry.
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