Maybe it's no coincidence that the cover of this Brazilian modernist's latest shows a world dissolved by a rain-washed car windscreen.
For every song feels like the soundtrack to a drive through an unknown city, as it veers off in a different direction every few bars, occasionally takes a left down a sinister side street, before eventually hitting the main thoroughfare. From psychedelic bossa novas to string-swathed ballads, it's a trip.
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