If you think you’ve never heard Yma Sumac’s extraordinary voice, you’re dead wrong. Her music has permeated the very fabric of reality and become ALL. Really! It may not be everywhere, but it’s always somewhere… playing for puzzled ears.
In fact her music is probably, in some part, responsible for no less than 11% of all the worlds “WTF”s. When her voice is high, you think it might be microphone feedback. When it’s deep, you’re sure its a man. And then sometimes… sometimes you’re like “what is that?” This extraordinary woman is the only good thing to come out of Exotica (damn you Les Baxter… damn yoooou!)
Do yourself a favor and acquaint yourself with the mother fucking Queen of Exotica. You’ll be glad you did. And send her a “thanks for being a weird music pioneer card”. Her 86’th(!) birthday is coming up.
Anyway I’m a fan for life. I have like seven of her albums. Its crazylicious!
UPDATE: After recounting I’m rather shocked to find no less than 13 Yma Sumac albums within my possession. (This from the guy who still has his Gerardo Mejia single)
SARACANITE 