The group that changed the parameters of indie folk music in Spain decided to shut up shop and separate after eight years together. So after giving their last concert in Benicassim that year, Migala died. Equipped with a computer, electric guitars, Spanish guitars, synthesizers of all shapes and sizes and his voice, he opens a door revealing syncopated beats and heady rhythms. He also reopens another door revealing his writing, which he had kept shut since Emak Bakia's last album. This was the genesis of Num9's lyrics and intentions. Rhythm and impulse. Pop with electronic shades, melodies sporting a strange and subtle electronic overlay. Num9, the name which Coque Yturriaga hides behind and glows through, has been born. Num9 is the courteous branching off from Migala and Emak Bakia. Much more poppy than Migala whilst preserving some guitars from it's tenebrous period, sometimes as strange as Emak Bahia but much more danceable. With one eye on the dance floor and the other on a more light hearted pop, there's echoes of Four Tet, Hefner, New Order's Technique and the Pet Shop Boys' Introspective.