Tropifármaco is, essentially, the answer to the question, “What would Fauna sound like if, instead of talking about psychedelic substances, they obsessed over tits and ass?” Not that you’ve ever asked that question, but still…
All the way from Mendoza (yeah, that place you see mentioned on pretty much every bottle of Argentine wine), this duo recorded a 10-song digital album while apparently experiencing one of those four-hour-plus-long erections the late-night TV commercials warn you about. There’s a variety of ñu-cumbia, electropical bass, techno brega, and other low-brow global dance genres in this release, lyrically focused around the vocalist’s most basic urges.
