
Milton Nascimento is one of the fathers of 70's Brazilian Tropicalia movement. His album Clube Da Esquina is a testament to his movement, skill and the common language of music. Nascimento and his collaborators the Borges brothers sing with such bell-like, clear tones, that although their words I can't comprehend, the meaning is clear - these songs are brimming with life. Clube Da Esquina beats mystically with a South American heart, but constantly looks North, adopting the psychedelic and blues forms to create music unlike I've ever heard. Clube Da Esquina No.2 [...]

Milton Nascimento is one of the fathers of 70's Brazilian Tropicalia movement. His album Clube Da Esquina is a testament to his movement, skill and the common language of music. Nascimento and his collaborators the Borges brothers sing with such bell-like, clear tones, that although their words I can't comprehend, the meaning is clear - these songs are brimming with life. Clube Da Esquina beats mystically with a South American heart, but constantly looks North, adopting the psychedelic and blues forms to create music unlike I've ever heard. Clube Da Esquina No.2 [...]

You listen to the buzz of the radio at work, killing those incessant florescent mid-day hours; another minute; another song; a never-ending string of tasks. And out of this muted vista, "Proof" side-swipes you. "hey, could you stand another drink? i'm better when I don't think, seems to get me through" The voice of John Bramwell, lead singer of I Am Kloot, wells up from the speakers, suggests raw meat: vivid, unprotected, soft and a little bloodied. His words, dark and true, illuminate the shadowless corners of your office, dancing between good and evil. [...]

You listen to the buzz of the radio at work, killing those incessant florescent mid-day hours; another minute; another song; a never-ending string of tasks. And out of this muted vista, Proof side-swipes you. "hey, could you stand another drink? i'm better when I don't think, seems to get me through" The voice of John Bramwell, lead singer of I Am Kloot , wells up from the speakers, suggests raw meat: vivid, unprotected, soft and a little bloodied. His words, dark and true, illuminate the shadowless corners of [...]
The Sun sat lazy in the sky over Baltimore, slow-burning. On scorched earth below, ten thousand souls gathered for a weekend of sonic exorcism. We arrived at the Virgin Festival as the first acts of Saturday took the stage, and went straight to the DJ tent to escape the irreverent mid-day Sun. Under the shade lazed the boys and girls rolling on E, Booka Shade spun and drummed a vicious set of minimalist house that cascaded through the fairgrounds like a placid tidal wave. Hands in the air, the crowd massaged the palpable beats that spat through the heavy, humid [...]
The Sun sat lazy in the sky over Baltimore, slow-burning. On scorched earth below, ten thousand souls gathered for a weekend of sonic exorcism. We arrived at the Virgin Festival as the first acts of Saturday took the stage, and went straight to the DJ tent to escape the irreverent mid-day Sun. Under the shade lazed the boys and girls rolling on E, Booka Shade spun and drummed a vicious set of minimalist house that cascaded through the fairgrounds like a placid tidal wave. Hands in the air, the crowd massaged the palpable beats that spat through the [...]