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It was in this context and during this transition that Buscabulla wrote their first album, Regresa, which explored the emotional impact of returning to a devastated home. However despite their growing successes, in early 2018, in the wake of Hurricane María having wreaked havoc on an island already immersed in economic disarray, Raquel and Luis Alfredo’s longing for their native home became too much to ignore, and they made the decision to move back to Puerto Rico. It was in New York City that the Buscabulla sound was forged, elevated bedroom productions and unique juxtaposition of stylistic highs and lows: Raquel’s textured, high-pitched vocals counterpointed by Luis Alfredo’s poignant bassline minimalist melodies that evoke throwback salsa and R&B and whispery re-imaginings of catchphrases from 90s reggaeton and every-day island vernacular.īuscabulla’s first two releases, EP I (2014), co-produced by Dev Hynes, and EP II (2017), garnered attention and a growing international hunger for the band. Like generations of Puerto Ricans before them, Raquel Berríos and Luis Alfredo Del Valle of experimental pop duo Buscabulla (slang for “troublemaker”) moved to the mainland United States to hustle for their dreams, but a longing for their island ran deep, never escaping their thoughts during the decade they resided there. People knew each other, took their time, shared a meal on Sunday with their family and pitched in when someone needed a hand. Growing up an hour outside of Atlanta, back when it was country not exurbia, life moved at a different pace. It’s what Moon seeks to capture and sow in his songs. Like Prine, Moon’s finger is on simple things that really matter easy joy and how to find it, loving where you are and finding ways to write about it so everyone – the really smart, the can’t be-bothered – can find their way to the bliss. I’d be singing along without a clue, but loving it… loving the line ‘What I never knew, I never will forget…’”

My dad’s favorite was ‘One Red Rose.’ It’s funny.

“I was 8 or 9, and I didn’t get it,” he laughs. The way it smelled.” He used to love to pile in with his dad, riding around, going to get donuts – and listening to music. As a boy, he remembers a Falcon, “red interior, and the carpet. His dad, a drummer turned truck driver, loved old cars. How much his parents loved each other, created a place where life was an adventure – and what you had was all you needed.