Pure batacada bliss courtesy of West London’s king of the beats.

Ever since the twisted Afro mayhem of Spiritual South graced our ears and decks, latin spiced records have never been the same. Danny J conjures up a miraculous assault of horn stabs, churning bass and enticing cow bell tinged rhythms which are nothing short of ballistic. Bringing a whole new unexpected angle, as the pitch decreases mid way through the track to grind the dance floor to its knees before returning the frenzy. Best believe this is as dirty and dangerous as the Favela slums themselves.