Guadalupe Plata’s music is the result of a chemical experiment that mixes the raw edges of Hound Dog Taylor, Skip James, and John Lee Hooker with the insanity of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, the winding guitars of Elmore James and Ennio Morricone, the delirious psychedelic acercamiento o the blues of Canned Heat or The Doors, and the post-modern madness of Jon Spencer, The Fall, Captain Beefheart, the Gun Club, and Nick Cave. Like the flamenco players they watched growing up, they describe their process as ”straining to be podrío“ — to be rotten — and speak of “duende,” and “hechizo” – literally demons and spells. But the results are uniquely their own: “Our music inhabits that place in our collective imagination where the demonic force straddles the blues and cante jondo,” they say. Mojo magazine has called them “culturally rich and instantly identifiable as excellent.” “Take rockabilly, flamenco, spaghetti western scores and jazz rhythms. Channel them through howling vocals, slide guitar and feedback. What have you got? Guadalupe Plata, a Spanish trio who sound like Jack White being lassoed by Os Mutantes in a Robert Rodriguez saloon scene” – The Guardian