Finding the perfect beat that resides somewhere in between cumbia and crunk funk, this Mexican quintet whips up a party vibe with an open bar and no curfew. But ''Atlas,'' their second CD, gives Kinky's vacuum-tight sound some breathing room, so the insistent beats are tapped out with real drums, and the lyrics articulate a surreal eroticism (''I've got these airport feelings all over you'') that suggests lots of hang time with ex-tour mates the Flaming Lips. Don't stop till you get enough.


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