It is perhaps quite telling that the single’s cover shows the image of a strawberry-shaped, golden hand grenade because “Furtiva” does sound like someone (well, Frezya actually) has dropped such a sweet-flavoured explosive device into the sonic waters. The resultant maelstrom throws together all manner of sounds and styles – industrial-strength dance groove and drifting mariachi brass, rapped voices, spoken word and sweet, sultry pop vocals, afro-beat hustle and clubland cool, some of which make natural bedfellows, some of which are intriguing juxtapositions.
And lyrically, the narrative drifts through like the tale of two lovers, two killers, leaving the haze and heat of the city behind them as they drive off into the sunset; it could almost be the first draft of a Tarantino movie, one that comes with a built-in urban Tex-Mex dancefloor soundtrack.
Ask me where this song fits into the grand scheme of things, and I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Ask me why it works, and I couldn’t pinpoint any one thing in particular. Ask me who it will appeal to, and I can only say that the discerning music fan and the underground dance alike will be bowled over, but so will many more. Ask me what I love about the song and… well, how long have you got?
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