There is scare trace of the cultural current I would expect from a project coming out of Brazil, aside from the fact the lyrics are sung in Portuguese. This only adds to the tribal feeling that the spinning layers of percussion invoke. The second song evolves into a full-blown drum circle that might bring back fond memories for fans of Crash Worship. This ten minute piece of sprawling work winds around to summon a 60s organ groove with the clang of varied metallic chimes ringing around it. A more electronic throb dominates the third song, with distorted screams and squeals creating a jagged ring of sonic harshness. This creates a dark interlude before they explode onto the dance floor with the more driving “INTENCAO.” Here, their bass player succeeds where many who approach this type of music flounder, as they are unable to merge groove and tension as gracefully as it is done here. The last song is actually the first song to have any punk attitude in the burly bass line that comes charging out of the weird space noises. It escalates into an organ jam with the vocals taking more of a backseat, to only provide the chanted coda.
While I prefer the songs that highlight the vocals, I’ll take anything this band gives me. It was nice to be jarred out of the endless parade of silent desperation that coils around their Anglo Saxon counterparts, and hear music that offers a more primitive release without wallowing in angst; I have plenty of punk and metal albums to give me that. If you are looking for something to break up the mundane shuffle of your iPod with joyful noise and breathe new life into your ears, then here is the album for you.
