A concentrated pulse of Afro-Peruvian vitality—Minaya’s mix arcs from the subterranean rumble of cajón and guitar to moments of near-frenzy, threading landó, festejo, and zamacueca into a living, breathing continuum. Born on coastal plantations and reshaped in urban barrios, these rhythms carry the weight of African heritage, Andean melody, and Spanish lilt. The selections ripple with tension—brooding, ecstatic, raw. Voices taste like moonlight over Callao’s docks; percussion threatens to crack the floorboards. This isn’t a museum tour—it’s a dossier for deep listeners, where every off-beat slap holds centuries of history and the future still unwritten.