The Muntacko transtorms rhythms into bridges transporting us to the unimaginable. They walk through the caliente Latin America, the mantric Africa, th rough the moorish gypsy hypnosis, through smoky Jamaica, and through the weaty manholes in the equatorial Amazon. The uni- versal algorithms of the dance floor mark each step in this journey: electronic beats, synths, and guitars are mixed in with organic instru- ments and drums. The result is an instrumental music with no lyrics but many accents, without labels, and, above all, without borders.
The band walks around important festivals around the world.