Xutos e Pontapes
PURO

THE REVIEW

Klik. I embark on a pleasing "discurso" on Lusophone music, which is very rarely transmitted here, except for some Brazilian pop episodes such as Shambalaye' or Jo sé inamorà(r)... or some old Samba classics or MPB (Brazilian folk music properly speaking). And let's forget the odious, punctual Remìxes of the MPB.

To the audience at Deb, I describe the penultimate honorable effort of a European rock band with an ultra-thirty-year career, the Xutos e Pontapés,

THE Portuguese band of the 20th century. [Oh yes, because we must remember that talking about the Lusitanian, Afro-Lusitanian and Brazilian scenes is quite discriminating, and I especially address those who think SEPULTURA are North American or do not know cesinha-rip-Evora]

It all starts with a mid-tempo rock, 'Tu Também', which textually plays with the concept of chronological challenge in the Lisbon version, that of someone who knows a ton compared to you but knows very well that at 22 years was like you, and musically takes with great taste the historical AC/DC mood. In 'Cordas e Correntes', one seems to hear, in some ways, the early Negrita, hybridized with Mau Mau or Bandabardò, where the solo by Zé Pedro from Setúbal is worth the candle. Follow pieces of Amor fou (Madrugada, blues-rock punctuated by horns, and Ligações Extremas, close to Grunge) never banal, worth a 7+; and existential reflections in slow or Mid-tempo key ('Salve-se quem puder'—where the central break does not convince me—and 'Um Deus', almost Brit-pop with Zeppelin and Pixies influences). Decidedly the Hard rock-oriented of early DeePurple style 'Milagro de Fatima', dedicated to their national patron, and very interesting the Punk-folk tracks 'A voz do Dono' and 'Da Nação', although the latter presents in the center a half-line à la WolfMother and the acoustic outro before the final refrain.

Unfortunately, in my opinion, it ends poorly with 'Longe (Perdido na multidão)', permeated by glam-pop style of Adam Lambert and supported by mediocre lyrics, where nothing can be done by the Indian-flavored chord change at minute 1:56. Oh, what a shame.

SALESULIVEIRES