Listening to Inca cola is like looking at a tequila-sprinkled fire, burning a hemp field. As the bassline's kicking and the kickdrum's thumping, the keyboards are rocking a hymn on another level of power that leaves a bruise. It's got future latin-funk stink all over, with drum-machine beats, tricks and gifts up its sleeves. Like uber-fresh hip hop flows in languages you dont speak. This is some real soul - its no Gucci junk. More like a colorful, sweaty, home t-shirt with holes in it. The more you listen to these electro jams, the more you believe that Machete does not wallow in the sorrow, but is coming to kick your ass.

WHAT COULD BE SAID ABOUT INCA COLA THAT HASN'T BEEN SAID ABOUT EVERY OTHER FUCKING GREAT MUSIC-ARTIST-ALBUM THAT HAS DEMOLISHED THE BARRIERS OF WHATS TRENDY OR STANDARD IN THE CULTURE WITHOUT ANY MERCY FOR THE MEDIOCRITY? NOTHING! EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT YOU JUST HAVE TO LISTEN TO IT AND LOVE IT, CAUSE ONCE YOU GET INTO IT THERE'S NO TURNING BACK.

"INCA IS COOL, HONEST & POWERFUL MUSIC TO BE DISCOVERED, LISTENED TO AND LOVED FOREVER. THAT'S WHAT I THINK. THE PURE HEART AND THE RETRO-FUTURISTIC SOUND OF TOMORROW, TODAY!"