The jungle equivalent of the kind of wet t-shirt contest in which everyone gets hosed down as they jump the fuck up, Aphrodite’s latest mix is charged with overwhelming pneumatic bounce and drenched with a lush energy, and it’s big big big. Featuring ragga bumpin’, sassed-to-the-max vocals and flamenco come-ons, there ain’t nothing subtle about the irrepressible party contained herein. Gavin King sticks to his trademark sound, but shines it up till each curve is slapworthy. Makes like a busted-up fire hydrant on a sweltering day-basic like water and cement, but, in the moment, so much more.