Carlos Hernandez is the son of a '70s New York soul DJ. After a detour playing in punk and noise projects, he returned to his soul roots and formed Ava Luna, a band of three girls and three guys, to explore a sound that combines all those ideas.
Their debut release, these sessions are the product of years of writing and re-writing, and show a level of songcraft not often seen in bands so young and so numerous in members. It was recorded in a church basement on Coney Island, a sanctuary apart from, yet influenced by, the surrounding circus just above. Accordingly, the songs will make you swoon, then strut (in that order), each with a satisfying dose of left field weird. New York natives seven strong, their Spector-esque girl-group harmonies are interwoven with funk, noise, and pop to create an aural headrush that will travel directly down to your feet, which should begin dancing. Effortless in their compositions and unforgettable in their live performances, Ava Luna is at the very vanguard of modern pop itself, bending it to their own uncompromising will.