Euphoric and bittersweet, Louis Matute's music is uniquely his own. Caught between his native Europe and the Latin America he dreamed of, this young man (who is barely thirty years old) is too genuine for the fiction of reality and too sincere for the fiction of self, swinging wide open the doors to his universe. It's a room with a view where guitars in shades of green, red, blue, and white captivate passing friends. ...