Sometimes cross-cultural pollination means a band of heshers get the idea to assembe a killer horn section and start cutting a knuckles-out instrumental melange of Ethio-jazz and Latin funk. Just about any Budos album is a great place to start if you haven’t heard them before, but the pugilistic brass riffs and unshakable grooves of tracks like “Chicago Falcon,” “Ride or Die,” and “Scorpion” have this sophomore-album in case you didn’t hear us the first time ferocity. They even make “My Girl” sound like a sinister omen.