This music is too cultured for me. It has mandolins, banjos, mirambulas and a pump organ. Some songs are in French (“Toujours Vouloir”). Others aren’t but make as much sense as those that are (the title track). Albums that make me feel underdressed are not necessarily bad. It just means I misjudged it when I first saw it.
The faster songs are more my style. “You Don’t See It” could easily be a Suzanne Vega song, except the voice doesn’t match. The mixing of this album was definitely not skipped over. Everything is in its perfect little place. There’s nothing for me to grab onto generally.
I also like Magalenha, although I have no idea what language it is in. My money is on Portuguese. It would go great with a bottle of wine.
When I say this is party music, I mean one of those mixers you have right after you move, like a housewarming party. It will catch your attention every now and then and provide fodder for conversation once the weather has been discussed for the 81st time.
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