Rudy de Anda is a man of many metaphors.

Ask him what L.A. sounded like to a self-described, first-generation Mexican-American weirdo growing up between Compton, East L.A. and Long Beach in the '90s and he'll tell you it's kind of like the time he abandoned the mix of rancheras and old-school R&B at a family quinceañera to sit in his parents' car and bump Jeff Buckley's Grace.

His last band, Wild Pack of Canaries, an exploratory mix of dissonant prog-rock and classic pop songwriting, he says, “was basically like listening to Harry Nilsson while listening to Hella.”

The best descriptions, however, are reserved for his current solo project, the eponymous Rudy de Anda band, which has found the mild-mannered, 28-year-old singer, songwriter and guitarist playing his jangly, Latin-tinged indie-pop everywhere from the El Rey to dive bars in Tijuana to the mainstage at September's Music Tastes Good festival.

“If Billy Idol would have played in Spain in 1983, we would've been the perfect opening band,” he says, taking a drag from a cigarette outside the live-work warehouse that doubles as his practice space in Long Beach.

De Anda's two albums — 2015's Ostranenie EP and 2016's Delay, Cadaver of a Day — drift away from the spastic psychedelia and dense soundscapes that defined his time in Wild Pack and find him wading into a stripped-down world of glimmering, Spanish-language guitar songs and melodic noir that's inspired as much by Sonic Youth as it is by romántico singer Leo Dan and Spanish new wavers Duncan Dhu.