Wait, this was made by a 65-year old??
This isn't a pipe 'n' slippers comfort zone by any means; in fact, this thing is so far in the deep end that even I had to wipe beads of sweat from my forehead whilst listening to it. How to explain it though? Well, it essentially sounds like an amalgamation of everything you'd find in your local record store's lazily-titled "world music" section, with African chanting, Brazilian samba and a certain Parisian vibe running deep through every song, but even my own lazy summary of the music here can't actually come close to understanding the beautiful mess of sounds on Danç-Êh-Sá. Take "Taka-Tá" for example, that opening beat is is just so crazy, setting the scene for a crazed mish-mash of demented rhythms and cartoon vocals that even put early Boredoms to shame. Each track changes direction without warning, leaving the listener in its dust, and after ten or so listens I can't even begin to get my head around it. I'm not versed in the Portuguese tongue, so the liner notes are sadly of little help, yet I love the feeling of utter helplessness and confusion that this album presents me with.
I'm gonna lay my cards on the table right now and say that my only experience of Brazilian music is with a token Os Mutantes album, a Caetano Veloso best of and a Tropicália compilation, so I'm in no position to predict how this album will stack up in the annuls of Brazilian music history. Yet, to my British ears at least, this certainly does sound like a revolution, and you can bet your mortgage that I'll be first in the streets when that revolution does come. Now dance!