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Jun 24, 2013For him, music is all about expression and collaboration. On The Visitor, he has crystallised those principles into a richly beguiling and inventive work that crosses musical boundaries effortlessly.
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Jul 15, 2013You may not always know what's going on or why, but that hardly matters when it's such a joyous whirl.
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MojoJul 10, 2013An hour of absorbing rhythmic transport, The Visitor fully satisfies the brief. [Aug 2013, p.84]
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Q MagazineJul 10, 2013Mischievously sexy. [Aug 2013, p.94]
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The WireJul 3, 2013It's the multilingual, mulch-direcctional, half sung, half spoken vocals that really make The Visitor though. [Jul 2013, p.66]
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Jun 24, 2013Right from the silly, scary opener ‘RRRR’, it’s daft, hypnotic, erotic, evil and unhinged all at once.
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Jun 24, 2013Listeners attached to Aguayo's comparatively spindly early-2000s work will hear much of this as cracked chaos, but the level of carefree delight brimming throughout has to be, at the very least, admired.
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Jun 26, 2013It's hard to knock Aguayo's unique spirit, and the boldness with which that shines through on this LP is certainly captivating in its own right.
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UncutJul 10, 2013Aguayo always has heaps of ideas, some of which work brilliantly but more often than not, he finds himself stranded in a groove, unsure where to go next. [Aug 2013, p.67]
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Jun 26, 2013The Visitor works as a great example of an artist honing his craft in reverse, expertly inserting his distinctive style into a tried-and-true blueprint.
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Jul 25, 2013It is yet to produce anything quite as lovely as his 2002 minimal classic, Maria.
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Jul 15, 2013A post-digital block party full of computer music whose Latinate rhythms and rolled Rs don't conform to grid or template.
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Jun 27, 2013There's potential in The Visitor's mix of electro, new wave, and pop, but it's obscuring or distorting Aguayo's personality, which is the engine that has driven his songs for so long.
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Jun 24, 2013Other than final track ‘A Certain Spirit’, the clearest crossover of irked techno and David Byrne-d, samba deconstruction, the melting pot (remember those aforementioned ingredients) that has gestated for five years ends up being served cold as gazpacho.