Cayenne Rumbanegro

Fiery guitar and blazing piano, congas playing with joyful rhythm, the tumba’s heartbeat driving a relentless cadence. Brass instruments blowing intense sound vibrations for bodies moving in deliberate motion.

CAYENNE Rumbanegro takes the stage.

Black like gold. Black like the day itself. She has been given power over the dance floor.

Black since the night, she sparkles like a diamond, revealing all her prestige.

Whatever the tempo yambú, guaguancó, Columbia. they exist to bring the whole body to life, to surrender to pleasure. Without borders. Internationally. She wants to be known as this: the only language is to make you dance.

Serj Éty’n

Cayenne Rumbanegro