The first thing you think of when you hear Tenatenpo’s strain of Latinx inspired Reggaeton is sex. Slow, languid sex, ecstatic couples slow whining in a dimly lit room. The instrumentation is sparse, a single saxophone riffing like a backup singer adlibbing behind Tenatenpo’s languid sung-rap. His cadence is perfect, his delivery seductive, switching from unhurried to frantic, keeping you on your toes. It’s almost too hard to imagine that the person behind this is Nigerian but he is and that only makes this even better. Expect to hear him everywhere as the year progresses.

You should definitely bump to this.