9pm on a Saturday night in Todos Santos Guatemala and the sound in these mountains travels incredibly well. I heard a moaning cry, over and over obviously amplified in the distance. It sounded like someone had just had their brother murdered and were yelling at the murderers about what evil they had done. It sounded amazing and so I set out through the local drunks of Saturday through dark stone footpath alleys and I found it. I reckon it is a hybrid of Pentecostal meets