Tango Conspiracy at Bardot April 27 for Heineken TransAtlantic Festival

The tango has a gloriously twisted history. And Tango Conspiracy — led by Buenos Aires-bred, Miami-based singer, songwriter, and taskmaster Jimena Fama — is only the latest chapter.

Thursday night with Tango Conspiracy and some caña quemada.

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Bardot

3456 N. Miami Ave.
Miami, FL 33127

Category: Bars/Clubs

Region: Midtown/Wynwood/Design District

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Tango Conspiracy: As part of the Heineken TransAtlantic Festival. 9 p.m. Wednesday, April 27, at Bardot, 3456 N. Miami Ave., Miami; 305-672-5202; transatlanticfestival.com. Tickets cost $10 plus fees via fla.vor.us.

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• Jimena Fama
• Buenos Aires
• UNESCO

Invented by ex-slaves and peasants, the tango was born on the banks of the Río de la Plata, a large triangular body of water that sits like a wedge between Uruguay and Argentina. And for a century, the two neighboring countries bickered over ownership rights: Uruguayans insisted the tango was theirs while Argentines laughed in disbelief, and vice versa.

But here's the truth: Everyone owns the tango. By now, its bloodline is so muddied — African, South American, Italian, French, American, etc. — that any attempt to trace a definitive map of the music's DNA makes you want to laugh in disbelief, just like those Argentines and Uruguayans.

So in an attempt to squash the debate, UNESCO in 2009 officially recognized the tango as an international treasure of "intangible cultural heritage." But there's gotta be a better way to make peace, right? Like maybe spending a sweaty night with Fama, her multinational seven-man band, and their dubby, acid-tinged take on the tango — not to mention a bottle of caña quemada.