Dengue Dengue Dengue don’t have to be asked twice to put on their masks. Since ten years, the two beat-makers, Felipe Salomon and Rafael Pareira, from the Peruvian capital Lima, put the colourfully painted things on their faces — to cut a swathe through the undergrowth with machete beats and drum stomps. After all, »dengue« has nothing to do with dandy fever, but stands for la vida loca. Or rather: the anticipation of something that makes this crazy life possible. A night at the club, for example. Anyone who remembers this knows what the two Peruvians mean by »dengue«. Exuberance. Ecstasy. Bang bang bang! That’s why Dengue Dengue Dengue have been twisting traditional cumbia rhythms from the Latin American 1970s into the club of the 21st century. In other words: With the sound of Dengue Dengue Dengue, you let the hula hoop spin, shuffle across the dance floor and suckle on three liana cocktails. With joy, because the music, which becomes an ayahuasca trip, goes in like three hours with a shaman.
Dengue Dengue Dengue’s records have been released on labels like Lisbon’s Enchufada or London’s On The Corner Records, but they would have fit just as well on Monkeytown or Dekmantel. Finally, the tropes trumpet as if Klaus Kinski had actually blasted an opera into the jungle. As a result, even movement-dyslexics will see what their hip muscles can perform listening to the sound of Dengue Dengue Dengue. By the way: 2019 saw the release of »Zenit & Nadir«, the last album from the three Ds — a record that makes you sharpen your arrows, lick translucent frogs and take the lead at your weekly drum circle. It’s fun that has since gone viral. The next year, another five 12inches followed. Before Corona hit, the Peruvian duo collected air miles and festival ribbons. In the meantime, Dengue Dengue Dengue live in Berlin and tour European clubs to pour the groove into their joints. Any more questions: listen to this 60-minute mix.