When Juana Molina abandoned her career as an actress at the peak of her popularity to make music in the mid-'90s, Argentinian television's loss became avant-pop's gain. Using loops and South American rhythms, Molina layers her croaks and coos to create a wondrous bed of quirky melodies. Molina beguiles amid the fractured Latin beats and nimble guitars of “Vive Solo,” and hums over the fingerpicked figures and whinnying brass of “Tres Cosas.” Shrill beeps and spongy bass throbs turn “Wed 21” into a queasy, bouncy concoction, while Molina's spiraling yips and purrs on “Un Día” make for a giddy, dizzying tune.