If you happened to be in Williamsburg, Brooklyn last summer, there was a chance
you came across a rather short man with long curly locks and a pimp-worthy fur
coat playing guitar blues on the street, on Bedford Avenue, or drunkenly
yelling at passersby. That man was the human explosive known as Dinamita, and
he is the living  ghost of rock ‘n’ roll. “Dinamita” calls Montevideo his home,
and along with his band, La Swing Factory, he will rock your face with his
sicknasty licks. He just wants to rock ‘n’ roll all night. Will you let him?