This is the Los Thuthanaka experience in summary: ceremonial but swaggy, cataclysmic but healing, unrefined but magnificent. The blistering, collagic dance songs of Los Thuthanaka are all about negotiating with time, collapsing it so that it no longer feels linear. There’s something to these subtle developments and the way they seem inevitable, like the songs are embodying the prophetic perfect tense. Its second-long grunts sound like someone hammering buttons on an arcade fighter, hoping to execute the perfect combo. But the repetition also feels incantational, like the musicians are conjuring new paths for the song to go down.