La Chooma

Local Spirits moves like a late-night street ritual — half memory, half mirage. It’s music steeped in place but unpinned from time, where dust-dry rhythms meet neon reflections and tradition dissolves into something stranger and more alive.

La Chooma weaves raw percussion, hypnotic basslines and warped melodic fragments into a sound that feels both ancient and unruly. There’s a communal pulse at its core — music made for sweat, shadows and shared movement — yet it’s edged with experimentation, distortion and deliberate tension.

This is an album that doesn’t explain itself. It breathes, circles, intoxicates. Local Spirits channels the unseen energies of local rooms, backstreets and after-hours gatherings — the ghosts in the groove, the heat in the walls, the stories passed without words.

Unpolished. Psychedelic. Fiercely present.
Local Spirits isn’t just heard — it’s summoned.