Migala: anarchy, but of a coolly mellifluous, achingly melancholy, lushly instrumental variety. Also of a rather sophisticated, Spanish variety. If that doesn't sound anarchic, wait till you hear the way they combine sweet pop, coffeehouse confessionals, traditional Spanish folk music, bursts of electronics, and snippets of found sound. Perhaps anarchy isn't quite the right word, but you get the idea. Liberated postmodern bricollage that comes across as unified. Unified, perhaps more than anything else, by singer Abel Hernandez's warm, shuffling basso mutterings, which recall no one so much as Arab Strap's Aidan Moffat, though his vocals are a bit less caustic, a bit less vindictive, and often in Spanish.
