Unlock a party. But as the second track on Conclave, “Habla,” settled into its groove, I found myself unconsciously strutting. Not walking, but moving through the streets in lockstep with the music, just as a much-needed cool breeze kicked up, and some scaffolding afforded me a full block’s worth of shade. . I was depressed, angry with the world, sunburned, and soaked through with sweat.
Conclave is the sound of a NYC summer block party.
