After hearing 'La Verdad' on Domino's latest compilation I had a lurking suspicion we were in for something special with Juana's album, her fourth to date. One mightn't expect an Argentinean TV personality/comedian to be so proficient in serious acoustic electro but there you go. It's a minimalist fare using breaths as beats, vocal layers, whistles, guitar, keyboards, gongs, a bass and a 'bombo leguero' (that'd be an Argentinean drum), and showcases more than its fair share of evasive vocals and random noises - namely electronic mewing kittens alongside eerie sounds often emulating a brewing wind or street moggies before a fight. This, melded with a lack of synchronicity and, at times, anything resembling a cohesive tune (upon limited listening I hasten to add), means it will sadly not be to everyone's taste. But, when Molina appears to have entirely gone off on one, she lures you back with that sweet innocent voice. It's earthy ethereal with a sinister twist (a sound Domino appear to be favouring of late) and brings a smattering of 'Tomorrow Never Knows' - all leaving you with the pervasive inkling that it was perhaps honed for recreational use of the weekend variety. Now, if only we knew what the f*ck she was saying…
