Tejada didn’t hold back any vicious beats for his debut on Scotland’s future jazz imprint Fenetik. Instead he delivers bombs for that azz-three to be exact-all precision-guided broken-funk jams with production cleaner than an Audi showroom. Wobbly bass, Tejada’s signature Detroit-by-way-of-San Fernando techno melodies, and some of the fattest gated snares this side of Seiji’s studio will rattle your brain and remind you of dance music’s vital and transmutable powers.