Adrian Quesada’s New Album: Because One ‘Psicodélico’ Wasn’t Enough

Adrian Quesada, the man who has more Grammys than most of us have pairs of socks, is back with another album. That’s right, folks—Boleros Psicodélicos II, the sequel nobody asked for but everyone will pretend to love because, well, it’s Adrian freaking Quesada. The guy could record himself microwaving a burrito and Pitchfork would call it "a transcendent exploration of sonic warmth."

This time, Quesada ventured into the desert of Chihuahua to record with Ed Maverick, because apparently, Austin’s gentrified coffee shops weren’t artistic enough. "There’s something about the desolate, quiet nature of the desert," Quesada muses, which roughly translates to: "I needed an excuse to escape my studio before I lost my mind listening to another indie band’s demo."

And let’s talk about the collaborators—Cuco, iLe, Angélica Garcia, Monsieur Periné—basically, the Latin music equivalent of an Avengers lineup. Quesada humbly admits, "I’m just happy they’re willing to collaborate with me." Sure, Adrian. Like any of these artists would turn down a chance to work with the guy who’s basically Austin’s answer to Quincy Jones, if Quincy Jones also had a side hustle selling vintage guitars on South Congress.

When asked about his creative process, Quesada drops some wisdom: "I’m getting better at trusting collaborators." Translation: "I finally realized I don’t have to do everything myself, because, shockingly, other people are also talented." Revolutionary stuff. Meanwhile, the rest of us are still trying to figure out how to sync our Bluetooth speakers.

And let’s not forget the real struggle—Quesada’s border-town Spanglish. "People in Mexico keep asking where I’m from," he laments. Yeah, because nothing says "authentic Latin music visionary" like accidentally ordering a torta with extra ketchup. But hey, at least he’s moved past just cursing. Progress!

So, will there be a Boleros Psicodélicos III? Probably. At this rate, Quesada’s solo projects will outnumber Austin’s overpriced taco trucks. But who’s complaining? Not us. We’ll be here, pretending to understand the deep artistic significance of it all while secretly just vibing to the groove. Keep doing you, Adrian. Just save some Grammys for the rest of us. Or at least a taco.