Greasy Mike Goes Latin

16 bongo bashin' tropic-trashin' mambo-shmambo monsteros!! Everybody likes a bit of LATIN. It's steamy. It's tropical. It's hot. It gets the dames a-dancin' and the guys pay attention. Those wild rhythms are the sound of sweat. It's the heat that can't be beat. Now let me tell you about LATIN. Real LATIN, bangin' LATIN. Not the sweet soft stuff your mama used to play. I'm talkin' hard bangin' LATIN that's the real deal. The stuff that makes you move. The motion of the ocean. Hot, wild, sexy rhythms. Skin slappin' coconut crackin' conga crushin' caliente copana. And horns to die for!! You got your rhumba, your mambo, you got your cha cha cha. You got your Cuban heat, Brasilian beat, colourful Colombian cumbia and pure fire from all those little islands in the Caribbean. You cut 'em, you chop 'em, you cook 'em on up with a slug of jazz and some downhome RnB and you got yourself the devil's own firecracker. It's a sauce like liquid lava. It's LATIN that's off the scale. Now you add your your mezcal, your Carolina Reaper, you add yourself whatever you want, and that right there is a volcano in a bottle. Krakatoa ain't got nothin' on this baby! Put the needle on the record, watch your dancefloor EXPLODE!