A spiraling mix of South American and African styles, injected with hiphop, insistent loping bass, dancable post-disco, infectious chants, and more than one squaredance hoedown breakdown (!) all wrapped up in an underground radio package, complete with banter and callers. This must have been goddamn mindmelting in nineteen eighty fucking two.
The rhythms, the approaches, the irresistible groove, the vibe totally foreign to the West but so humanly relatable, its disorienting - calling it A Trip is about the only way I can do it justice. You might feel like you took a lil bit too much though - by the end I kind of want to get off and get my head straight, but I'll be back when the world gets boring again 3.5/5
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