Isabelia Herrera

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On her new album, the Mexico City-based cellist and singer moves from abstraction toward more familiar pop and rock silhouettes. But her lyrics remain committed to the power of opacity.

The corrido icon’s charisma shines on this sprawling double album, but La Doble P’s pop-star turn is less convincing.

Pitchfork contributing editor Isabelia Herrera’s column covers the most captivating songs, trends, artists, and scenes coming out of Latin America and its diaspora. On a tucked-away street in the heart of Santo Domingo, surrounded by the Gothic architecture of 500-year-old basilicas and former residences of colonial officials, a speaker-frying party was about to begin. It was a humid December night in 2017, and the producer Boundary, born Josué Suero, was gearing up to play snippets of his albu…

The Los Angeles-based artist’s full-length debut uses Peruvian chicha, Congolese soukous, and Afro-Colombian percussion to explore both personal grief and the abiding melancholy of diaspora.

“Latin Club” May Be Controversial, But It’s Thriving

Over the course of six days, punks, e-girls, and club kids gathered at five venues across the Mexican capital for Pitchfork’s first festival in Latin America. Volcanic ash and hot temperatures enveloped the metropolis, but that didn’t hamper fans from getting their fill of post-rock, avant rap, and Detroit techno. Here are a few of the best performances we caught: Rubio – Thursday, March 7, Foro Indie Rocks! Songwriter and producer Rubio commanded the Indie Rocks! stage with a spectral versatili…

With a lavish new album, the Colombian American singer serves up lush ballads about protecting your peace and sizzling reggaeton to disturb it.

Using a canvas of cosmic synth arpeggios and hissing electronics, the Colombian artist treats folk music as a living entity imbued with liberatory potential.

If you are a millennial elder (or viejiennal, as I like to say in Spanish), you might remember a time between the mid 2000s and early ’10s when it felt like music blogs ruled the world. Back then, entire scenes and careers blossomed thanks to websites run by overeager nerds who fawned over artists no one else cared about. This is the largely extinct ecosystem that inspired Testigos del fin del mundo, Javier A. Rodríguez-Camacho’s ambitious survey of the last decade of Ibero-American (or U.S. Lat…

The endlessly adaptable Chilean star flexes her versatility across synthy bossa nova, breezy trip hop, pummeling dance-punk, and dirty perreo.

Under the glow of crimson light, Sofia Kourtesis holds a crowd of 200 fans in the palm of her hand. On this late September evening, the Peruvian producer has accomplished a seemingly impossible task: getting the audiophiles, techno zombies, and European house heads who frequent the sleek Brooklyn venue Public Records to actually dance. Kourtesis has pulled two club kids on stage, and one of them has been voguing to the beat alongside her for the past 20 minutes (she’ll invite the same fan to dan…

El Conejo Malo’s fifth solo LP is a rap homecoming. It doesn’t possess the magic or sophistication of his best work, but it’s just as horny and cavalier.

The Miami producer and vocalist’s expertly curated, shamelessly horny new mixtape revels in reggaeton’s queer and femme club underground.

Artists including Peso Pluma, Eslabon Armado, and Grupo Frontera are updating the sentimental sounds of traditional Mexican music while staying true to its storied history.

Young Miko, RaiNao, and Villano Antillano are part of a new generation proving that the urbano movement can—and should—be flagrantly queer.

Amid rampant anti-trans legislation and attacks on LGBTQ+ communities, venue owners and performers are protecting the sanctity of their spaces—and their lives.

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A generation of experimentalists are defying colonial assumptions and stretching the limits of sound.

Sisters with Transistors, a new documentary highlighting women pioneers in early electronic music, offers one portal into the past—hopefully with more to follow.