A sunbaked groove with a pistol on its hip, Aguacate blends spaghetti western swagger with Latin heat. Picture a lone rider with a ripe green secret, galloping across the desert as skeleton mariachis strike up a tune. With surf-tinged guitars, swaying bass, and a rhythm that swings like a cantina door, this track feels like a showdown at high noon. It's somewhere between Ennio Morricone and a backyard fiesta.
