Hypnotic is not a strong enough word to describe El Guincho's debut album. Imagine if Paul Simon had recorded Graceland in say, Barcelona (where mastermind Pablo Diaz-Reixa of El Guincho hails from) or the Caribbean (where he grew up), and then remembered to pay the kinds locals who made the music but went a little too wild himself and forgot to record vocals - this is what you would end up with. Starting off with the first "single" 'Palmitos Park' there are no more than three minutes/one song during the entire album where, if you were dancing, you would be able to rest. Nonstop, Latin faux-techno beats infused with Caribbean sounds your bag? Stock up. Repetitive mind-numbing music just what you want to hear? You now know where to find it my friend. The one saving grace of the album is the closing track "Polca Mazurca" which sounds more like the backing for a good Buju Banton song (even though Buju has shown his truly ignorant self lately and as such I cannot support him - he still knew how to write some great music).
Not as memorable as Simon or Buju, but then again someone has to write the background music for clubs they go to after they finish recording their albums, right?