Light, loose, lazy Tropicalia with Caetano crooning repetitive phrases over top of repetitive rhythmic melodies that evolve only slowly. More jazz, more blues, than rock: there're no screaming guitars, no blurting horns, this is all river wandering by, always the same river, always a different river, going by, not going anywhere.
It's useful as hypnotic backing, but not altogether interesting, it burbles and flows, for better or worse or neither 3/5
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