I saw Ozomatli live once and I hated it. At the time, I thought they were trying to sell culture and I didn’t really like that. (Now, of course, I realize everyone’s selling culture and I have to like that.) When I heard Kinky, I went in a different direction. I thoroughly enjoyed their instrumental and vocal styling, which gained a little more notoriety on their next album, Atlas. I heard Cornman, like many songs that will end up here, on Philadelphia’s Y100. At 10:00 (or 11?) every night they would have the Cage Match, where they’d pit two songs against one another and let the fans decide which was better. Kinky lost, but it was still a sweet song.