Not that Superlitio's eclectic sound is chaotic or computer-generated. Favorites and frequent headliners at Bogotá's enormous annual Rock Al Parque show -- the largest rock festival in the hemisphere -- they developed a crowd-pleasing quirk that keeps at least one guitarist rocking hard to please Colombia's loud and legion heavy metal fans, while the rest of the band spirals off into just about every other genre under the sun. By the time they got to tripping in a Los Angeles studio in 2002, with the help of Argentine producer Tweety Gonzalez (famous for his work with Soda Stereo, Fito Paez, and Illya Kuryaki), they were capable of practically superhuman quicksilver generic alchemy.
The first single, "Qué Vo' Hacer," slows down the hot boogaloo typical of Cali's legendary salsa clubs to a near chill speed while overlaying the nasal delivery of a salsero with a fuzzed-out garage vocal and backing the whole thing with U2-like atmospherics. But just when Superlitio comes on like an omni-rock outfit, the vibe shifts again to the shimmering nouveau-disco of "Mulata," followed by the punk-funk of "Circus," chock-full of James Brown samples and turntable scratching. That is followed in turn by the Biggie Smalls-meets-Issac Delgado sensuality of the hip-hop-timba track "Perdoname" ("Forgive Me"). And so it goes. It should come as no surprise that the language of the lyrics shifts as well, from English to Spanish to stabs at Jamaican patois. Yet for all the diversity both within and between songs, Superlitio maintains a coherence that can only be attributed to attitude. We are from Cali; we contain multitudes. Now get your culo on the dance floor.