It wouldn’t be weird to suspect Aztec sounds here, given the title. But Ramuntcho Matta is no wooden god, he is a Frenchman—and a young one at that, when this album was released in 1985. »Ramuntcho Matta’s« musical heart is in the right place. There is still a bit of punk blood coursing through his veins, but everything is so mature now even pop is allowed. The label says avant-funk on the front of the record, but it’s much easier to understand when you compare it to the fixated anti-pop with shuffling guitars that has been coming out of the two islands (ENG/AUS) in recent years.