2020, Part One

Baco Exu do Blues, Não Tem Bacanal na Quarentena EP – With his scheduled third album, Bacanal, delayed for the foreseeable future by the Covid-19 outbreak, Baco decides to pass the frenetic slowdown of virus life with a quickie he recorded from home—or really homes given the multiple producers—which he titles, ha ha, No Bacchanal in Quarantine. There’s a rushed quality here, but his fierce politics and libido keep him focused. He’s trapped in his house with his lust and without his lover. He watches as the virus just becomes the latest way white Brazil screws over black Brazil. He finds ways to find hope anyway. He also indulges in a little “poor successful music star” nonsense, but we all get unhealthily self-obsessed trapped inside too long. And his producers—Nansy Silvvs, DKVPZ, JLZ, Dactes and PG—provide the music to match his rapping. It doesn’t quite rise to the level of Esú or Bluesman, but it’s not far off from those heights either. In other words, another major success from Brazil’s greatest rapper. Listen here. Grade: A-

Bad Bunny, YHLQMDLG – Forty-one million monthly streamers can’t be wrong! And I suppose they’re not really. Puerto Rico’s Bad Bunny flavors his reggaeton with enough extra spice—”Girl from Ipanema” nod in the opener, funk in “Yo Perreo Sola”, reggae in “A Tu Merced”—to avoid the monotony that marks too much of the stuff, but at 65 minutes he still sort of ends up there anyway. At 30ish minutes his skipping beats and autotune drenched vocals zoom past my prejudices, but stretched out sameness (those beats) and annoyance (that autotune) turn pretty good into just passable despite the tasty B+ lurking within the whole. All of which makes me sound a bit like an old man yelling at the kids to get off my stereo. Which maybe I am. Listen here. Grade: B-

Bad Bunny, Las Que No Iban a Salir – Thirtyish minutes? Well, maybe not. Or maybe he just used all this good songs on his first album of the year. Pop as prefab product. And nothing wrong with that, but since it doesn’t exactly thrill, you gotta hit it out of the park to make it work. Here he doesn’t. Listen here. Grade: C

J Balvin, Colores – He’s too smart entrepreneurial to release a dud, and once again he puts outs a solid album of the best beats and sounds money can buy. That album cover by Takashi Murakami might have cost him a few yen, too. But, to borrow an insight from a Colombian reviewer, how does an album named Colors end up so monochromatic? The good news is he limits it to 30ish minutes—See? It can make a difference—so that those charms he spent his hard earned money on don’t wear out their welcome. The bad news is that frenemy Bad Bunny had the stronger songs even if they weren’t packaged as well. Definitely want to hear “Negro” and “Gris” again, however. Listen here. Grade: B-

Thiago França, Charanguina EP – Not billed to his group A Espetacular Charanga do França, this EP is in the same brass band tradition, with the vocals of Verônica Ferriani on three tracks the only thing to set it apart. França’s mastered this EP form with his charanga work: quick, punchy and gone before you feel like you are stuck in an eternal high school football half-time show. The soloists wail a little more wildly than is his norm and the beat has a little more punch. The only thing holding it back is Ferriani’s solid, but not espetacular, voice. If she’d been more than an average singer here, this might have been something really special. It’s still very good. Download from the artist here. Grade: B+

Thiago França, KD VCS – Context is king. Recorded in September before anyone had heard of Covid-19, França made a literal solo album of himself in the studio sketching out sonic designs with his sax. In a different world, it might have been released and enjoyed as the curio it probably is on some objective level. But the album wasn’t released in that world. It was released in a world of lockdowns and social isolation. França’s soloing has usually worked best in the context of Metá Metá, where he weaves deftly among the racket of Kiko Dinucci, Marcelo Cabral and Sérgio Machado. While his jazz work has been fine, it’s rarely caught fire like it does in that alt-samba band. Initially these solos here followed that pattern and sounded too pro forma, an experiment that never caught fire. But as quarantine carried on, the isolation from other instruments sounded on point. França makes beauty within the limits of his aural loneliness. Who knows how this will sound in six months or six years, but right now this studio experiment-become-prophecy finds what’s both beautiful and mournful in this strange moment. Download from the artist here. Grade: A-

Juliana Perdigão, Dúvidas EP – Most of the time I can work past the language barrier, but spoken word is a struggle. On this EP, Perdigão teams with a host of avant-samba musicians, including Thomas Harres and Thiago França, to declaim over their skronk. The music isn’t without interest, although it clatters more than coheres. But words are front and center, and I haven’t found online lyrics so I have no idea what she’s saying. Which isn’t her fault. I did gather they revolve around a period of isolation she had a few years ago, so perhaps another dumb luck coincidence for this viral moment, but without meaning her voice is left to carry the day, and although it’s still a pleasing sounding voice even when she’s only speaking, that doesn’t mean I want to hear this again. But that’s not her fault. I could always learn Portuguese. Listen here. Grade: Well that wouldn’t be fair to grade this, now would it? But, yeah, I wouldn’t recommend it to non-Portuguese speakers.

Trupe Chá de Boldo, Viva Lina EP – Five songs devoted to their love of Italian-born Brazilian architect Lina Bo Bardi. Bo Bardi was a key figure in Brazil’s mid-century modernist movement, and her buildings still dot the São Paulo area, base of operations for the Trupe. Coming off their strong covers album, Verso, the band misses out on the arrangement thrills that made those songs so fun, but like the preceding Presente, the songwriting yields enough sunny post-samba pleasures to pass the time. Listen here. Grade: B

Short Notes:

Scalene – Hard rock band from Brasília who’ve mined a sleek, popified stoner rock vibe over half a dozen releases. At this point, people know how to assemble this kind of stuff so well, it’s hard not to have some smarts and pleasures baked into the formula, but that doesn’t mean the music doesn’t sound processed and even a bit sterile. You can hear much of their music here.

Favorite Brazilian and Latin Albums of 2019

As much as a pain as it felt at the time, I preferred it when year-end lists didn’t print until February or March. Gave you time to suss through late-year releases and hear meditate a bit before compiling your own list. These days publications are putting out lists before a year even ends. So, although the new cycle has left 2019 behind, I’m finally ready to put out a list of what I liked most last year. And, hey, it’s my 100th post. So that’s fun.

My two favorite Brazilian albums on the list below are actually 2018 releases. So, yeah, it was a down year.  What’s more, there’s not a single full A, much less A+, record in the bunch. But that’s not to say these are not great, or at least pretty great, records. If nothing sounded ear-shattering or life-altering, well I feel lucky to get one or two of those from worldwide in any year.* So I’ll happily make do with the thoroughly enjoyable pleasures of Brazilian albums that have held up to dozens of listens each, many of which didn’t just make good sounds, but upped the political content for dangerous times in a homeland under rightwing siege.

Plus, it might be the most sonically diverse list I’ve assembled: hip hop, jazz rap, northeast meets central Africa, Krautrock revivalism, neo-samba, alt-rock. Three years into this project I continue to be surprised how deep and varied Brazil’s musical culture is, and how much American and Western engagement just nips the tip of the iceberg.

There is one notable gap, however. For the first time since 2010, not a single Clube da Encruza record made my year-end top ten. Douglas Germano is something of an affiliate member, but it’s not quite the same. It wasn’t because of bad product, but rather a lack of options: the Clube members and their side projects were quiet in the studio even as they maintained relentless touring schedules. I would have loved to see that Metá Metá/Passo Torto show, or Romulo Fróes tour interpreting Caetano Veloso’s Transa. But I don’t live in Brazil. The good news is, spoiler alert, one of them has already released a fine album this year.

And Latin music? I had plans of deeper engagement this past year, but life upsets plans, so I didn’t dig in as much as I wanted to. I still found several 2019 albums that made my ears perk up, so I’ll do a list there, too. As usual, I tend to feel the Brazilian stuff more because I devote so much more time to it, but for a change of pace, these albums more than merely serve the purpose. (I haven’t reviewed the Rodrigo y Gabriela one yet. Consider that a preview of coming attractions.)

*If you are interested, those two albums this year were James Brandon Lewis’ An Unruly Manifesto—my favorite jazz album of the decade—and Billy Woods’ and Kenny Segal’s Hiding Places, where creepy ssounds and lyrical detail keep drawing me in further. Billie Eilish wasn’t far behind. Don’t underestimate her.

Favorite Brazilian Albums 2019

  1. Dona Onete, Flor da Lua (2018) (A-)
  2. Ana Frango Eletríco, Mormaço Qeuima (2018) (A-)
  3. Douglas Germano, Escumalha (A-)
  4. BaianaSystem, O Futuro Não Demora (A-)
  5. Rincon Sapiência, Mundo Manicongo: Dramas, Danças e Afroreps (A-)
  6. Ana Frango Eletríco, Little Electric Chicken Heart (A-)
  7. Karina Buhr, Desmanche (A-)
  8. Leo Gandelman & Baco Exu do Blues, Hip Hop Machine Series #6 (A-)
  9. Ema Stoned, Yantra and Makoto Kawabata, Phenomena (A-)
  10. Siba, Coruja Muda (B+)

Honorable Mentions (alphabetical):

If I included compilations, two fine, recent ones that would make the list are Levanta Poeira: Afro-Brazilian Music & Rhythms 1976-2016 in the top ten and Jambú (E Os Míticos Sons da Amazônia), in the honorable mentions.

Favorite Latin Albums 2018

  1. iLe, Almadura (A-)
  2. Los Wembler’s de Iquitos, Vision del Ayahuasca (A-)
  3. La Yegros, Suelta (A-)
  4. Daymé Arocena, Sonocardiogram (A-)
  5. Las Yumbeñas, Yumbotopía (A-)
  6. Rodrigo y Gabriela, Mettavolution (A-)
  7. Yapunto, Yapunto (B+)
  8. Fumaça Preta, Pepas (B+)
  9. Femina, Perlas & Conchas (B+)
  10. Nicola Cruz, Siku (B+)

Honorable Mentions (alphabetical):

Oh, and I’m not quite done with the year yet. Expect something 2019 related around March 1.

Favorite “But This List Goes to 11” Brazilian Artists of the 2010s

Truth be told, I only got into the game about two thirds of the way through the decade. Elza Soares’ A Mulher do Fim do Mundo and Fabiano do Nascimento’s Dança dos Tempos made a splash stateside in 2015-2016. Jason Gubbels’ review of Romulo Fróes’ Por Elas Sem Elas sent me down an algorithmed rabbit hole and turned my ears southward for the rest of the decade as I discovered a ferment in Brazilian music as potent as it was in the late ‘60s/early ‘70s. Some 500 reviews later—most of them from this decade—I don’t regret the ear time devoted there. I haven’t been as excited or broadly engaged in new music since probably the early ‘90s.

Below is the first of three summarizing projects I’ll do before decade’s end. These are the artists whose work has powered Brazilian music and tickled my ears.

1. Clube da Encruza – The plan was to include them separately. They—Metá Metá, Romulo Fróes, Rodrigo Campos—have done enough to earn their own to earn separate slots on this list. Heck, after practically flipping a coin to settle it, I had Fróes first and Metá Metá second on the draft. (Campos was sixth.) But as I wrote the entries, I kept cross referencing. Praising one meant including the others. Loose though this collective is—looser than the Mekons or P-Funk—it’s still a unit of some kind. Where would I put those Passo Torto collaborations if I separated the entries? How could I squeeze Marcelo Cabral’s critical background contributions in? Together and separately, Fróes, Campos, Cabral, Kiko Dinucci, Juçara Marçal, Thiago França and Sérgio Machado have made some of the finest music on the planet this decade. They’ve made the definitive Brazilian music of the decade in my opinion. The vast scope of their work—I count 52 (!) releases plus at least 27 significant contributions to recordings outside the collective—guarantees them a page in the history of Brazilian music in the ’10s, but the quality in the midst of that quantity is the truly astounding achievement. Contrary to some narratives, Brazilian music didn’t dry up after the mid-70s. But it’s also true that I haven’t heard an overall energy in Brazilian music this intoxicating since that time. It’s impossible to imagine summing up Brazil’s musical 2010s without giving the bulk of attention to the Clube.

From Fróes’ despairing arty sambas to Campos’ slick, twisted funky ones to Meta Meta’s explosive Afro-Brazilian punky ones, the collective drew inspiration from Oswald Andrade’s cultural cannibalism to make some of the most compelling Brazilian music since the tropicálistas drew from the same well of “antropofagia”. Their radicalized regurgitation of DIY’s arty anarchism within Brazilian musics looked backward and forward simultaneously as they demonstrated that samba and its cousins still had a place in a living musical culture. Neither retro nor cut off from the past, the Clube imagined how a century’s worth of recorded musical traditions could be reheard in a world where Elvis Presley and James Brown and the Velvet Underground and Ornette Coleman had reworked expectations. Not that the Clube sounded like any of those, but they lived in a Brazil, a world, where those American influences couldn’t be ignored. So they paid attention while remembering Nelson Cavaquinho, Cartola, Itamar Assumpção, Elza Soares and a host of their Brazilian predecessors. Soares is particularly instructive because their work with her has added a brilliant coda to an already legendary career. Soares wasn’t the only artist drawn into their orbit: Juliana Perdigão, Jards Macale, Lurdez da Luz, Criolo, Alessandra Leão, and others have made notable albums in league with at least some of the Clube members.

All of which was done while receiving little attention outside Brazil. Some English language coverage of Soares—notably Sounds and Colours—gave the Clube and samba sujo (dirty samba) its due, but elsewhere they were rarely acknowledged or noted as mere sidekicks for some of the artists they collaborated with. Even in Brazil they remained somewhat marginal figures outside of critical and artistic circles. Metá Metá’s monthly streams on Spotify edged past 80,000 as the decade ended, but Campos remained stuck around 20,000 while Fróes was down around 7,000. Yet pay attention to who follows them on Twitter and it’s a who’s who of Brazilian music and music journalism. Track down year-end lists from Brazilian music critics, and their albums keep appearing. To explain VU’s impact on popular music, Brian Eno claimed that while only 10,000 people bought The Velvet Underground and Nico, they all went on to form bands. Perhaps something similar is the case here.

Already the productions and guest appearances Clube members make across Brazilian music demonstrate their impact. Without their collaborations, Brazilian music would have sounded very different this decade. The Clube aren’t the only heroes of Brazilian music in the ‘10s, but they sit at the center of a scene that made São Paulo and its musicians as interesting as swinging London or ‘70s NYC punk. Which is why I can’t separate them into their distinct recording units in the end. Fróes, Campos, Dinucci, Marçal, França, Cabral, Machado, Metá Metá, Passo Torto, Sambanzo, A Espetacular Charanga do França, MarginalS, and all the other spinoffs are a collective movement and moment worth noting in a time when niche marketing and philosophical preferences have made monocultures and metanarratives passe. The Clube reminds us that scenes can bind together and create futures for cultures even in an age when capitalism’s radical individualism pushes us to be islands of consumption unto ourselves. No contemporary music I heard this decade anywhere compelled me to dig deeper. In a way, this blog is a love letter to the Clube and the musical culture it’s inspired this decade. So I guess this entry and their ranking in this list is just my way of saying thanks for all the music.

Five fab tracks: Metá Metá, “Logun”; Romulo Fróes, “Barulho Feio”; Rodrigo Campos, “Funatsu”; Passo Torto, “A Música da Mulher Morta”; Juçara Marçal, “Damião”.

2. Baco Exu do Blues Baco didn’t come out of nowhere in 2017. He’d been around for a few years, and showed some promise. But the startling brilliance of Esú, followed a year later by the even better Bluesman, has made the Bahian rapper’s career rise seem meteoric. And all the praise is earned. With a dense rapping style that favors explosive emotion over verbal technique, he addresses racism and black experience in Brazil with a directness and insight that inspires and unsettles. He finds producers able to express both his blackness and his Brazilianness. His pace is breathtaking: nearly an album a year for three years plus half a dozen or so non-album singles. He’s said he wants to be Brazil’s Kanye West, but he should aim higher. If he keeps this up level of quality and insight up we’re talking Brazil’s Public Enemy.

Fab five tracks: “Capitães de Areia”, “Imortais e Fatais”, “Banho do Sol”, “Girassóis de Van Gogh”, “Kanye West da Bahia”

3. Elza Soares – She was already a legend. Her long career and compelling biography lifted her to the top ranks of Brazil’s popular singers. By the ‘10s she’d been in semi-retirement for several years. Then, she sang a song on Cacá Machado’s 2013 album Eslavosamba, which celebrated the burgeoning São Paulo scene. Next thing you know she’s working with the Clube da Encruza on two startling, avant-garde samba albums that sounded like nothing she’d ever done. A Mulher do Fim do Mundo (The Woman at the End of the World), is probably the most internationally acclaimed Brazilian album of the decade. After a solid followup, Deus é Mulher, with the Clube, she showed she was still in charge of her career, broke with those musicians and released a funk album this year that included a collaboration with BaianaSystem. While Soares’ voice is shot, her charisma and smarts remain intact even as she turned 80 in 2017. Compare her three albums this decade and you can hear how she adapts to the style she is singing and imprints her persona on the music to make it her own. She’s already planning another album for 2020.

Fab five tracks: Cacá Machado, “Sim”; Elza Soares, “Benedita”; Metá Metá, “Okuta Yangi No. 2”; Elza Soares, “Banho”; Elza Soares, “Libertação”

4. Carne Doce – Goiânia’s Carne Doce was Brazil’s best straight rock band of the ‘10s. Not that they rocked out that much. Bassist Anderson Maia and drummer Richardo Machado were a rhythm section capable of laying back while remaining intense. Guitarists Macloys Aquino and João Victor Santana showed off fluid chops while rarely one-upping the songs. And while singer Salma Jô’s voice might be an acquired taste, her charisma is indisputable. Over three albums they honed their songwriting skills and while developing the kind of deep, rewarding instrumental interplay rock bands did in the ‘70s before the cult of musical technique ruined the fun. Smart. Sexy. Songful. Not a bad combination.

Five fab tracks: “Fruta Elétrica”, “Benzin”, “Princesa”, “Açaí”, “Nova Nova”

5. Daniel Ganjaman – Producer/musician Ganjaman (nee Daniel Sanchez Takara) has been behind much of the best music of the decade. Ganjaman co-founded the producer’s collective Instituto in the ‘00s before going on to establish his own career as a leading producer in Brazilian music. More importantly, he hosted the famous Seleta Coletiva music party at Studio SP. The parties began in 2006, but by 2009-10 they had grown into a massive interaction of Paulista artists that juiced collaborations that played out across dozens of records over this decade. Without those parties, SP’s 2010s would have been very different and less fertile. Ganjaman’s production career continued strongly, too. Two of his more notable jobs were producing all of Criolo’s albums of the ‘10s (with the Clube da Encruza’s Marcelo Cabral) and BaianaSystem’s two hit albums. He also guided the posthumous completion of a number of slain rapper Sabotage’s unfinished tracks on the acclaimed self-titled album.

Five fab tracks: Criolo, “Subirusdoistiozin”; Criolo, “Casa de Paelão”; Sabotage, “Respeito É Lei”; BaianaSystem, “Jah Jah Revolta, Pt. 2”; BaianaSystem, “CertoPeloCertoh”

6. Tulipa Ruiz – Her father was a member of Itamar Assumpção’s seminal backing band Isca de Polícia. Her brother was in the short-lived ’00s dynamo DonaZica. But in the ‘10s Ruiz emerged from a career of background work to establish herself as one of the top Brazilian singers of the decade. Teaming with her brother, she moved effortlessly from indie pop to Brazilian rock to dance music to samba, with each move extending her reach and deepening her art as good albums got better as the decade went on. Besides her own stuff, she appeared upon dozens of albums in support roles, prized by her fellow artists for her distinctive singing, most notably a squiggle swoop that squeezes out a high register, attention grabbing whoop at the end. Comfortable singing straight or adding a dash of zaniness to electrify the moment (she has to have some treasured B-52 albums stashed away), Ruiz never settled for rehash. Even when, on Tu, she reworked previous numbers, the do-overs were distinctive and often improvements upon tunes that were strong in the first place.

Five fab tracks: “Só Sei Dançar Com Você”; “Like This”; “Expirou”; “Pedrinho” (2018 version), “Elixir”

7. Dona Onete – Onete’s love of music translated initially into an academic career due in no small part to an unsupportive first husband who quashed her performing dreams, but upon retirement the septuagenarian (now octogenarian) began singing in local haunts, which ended up leading to the recording career she’d wanted as a young woman. Working on a variation of the northern carimbó style that emphasized romance and passion over traditional subjects in the genre, she established herself as a performer whose charisma and fun blew past any limitations presented by her aged voice. Even better, she had more than one album in her. Her sophomore release expanded her stylistic grasp and toughened her grooves. She followed that up with a live album that is her gift to history and dropped a solid third album this year. Love, sex and good music aren’t just for the kids.

Five fab tracks: “Jamburana”, “Banzeiro”, “Queimoso e Tremoso”, “Propesta Indecente (Live)”, “Tambor do Norte”

8. Tom Zé – Rising from decades of obscurity in the ‘90s thanks to David Byrne’s patronage, Zé went on to be arguably the dominant Brazilian artist of the ‘90s and ‘00s, and although he’s slowed slightly as he entered his 70s and now 80s, he still had a strong decade leading with two more winning additions (Tropicália Lixo Lógico and Vira Lata Na Via Láctea) to his classic catalog before closing it out with a couple of minor, but still enticing efforts. His collaborations with younger musicians and still edgy music showed that this isolated oddball made the future of Brazilian music in the ’70s even if no one knew it at the time. You figure he can’t have much left in the tank, but considering he’s topped in this list by two more octogenarians, you wonder what they have in the water down there in Brazil.

Five fab tracks: “O Motorbói e Maria Clara”, “Aviso aos Passageiros”, “Banca de Jornal”, “Guga na Lavagem”; “Sexo”

9. BaianaSystem – The trio of Russo Passapusso, Roberto Barreto and Marcelo Seco plus whatever friends or collaborators decide to join them in the studio or onstage, emerged as dynamic heirs to Jorge Ben’s pioneering samba-funk. Their music looked to Africa, back to Brazil and then out to the African musica diaspora. Their politics excoriated right wingers while giving hope for everyone else. They teamed with Elza Soares for a great single in 2019. And reports say they’re one of the best live acts in Brazil. Their two albums this decade, plus a strong Passapusso solo effort, may not add up to much music quantitywise, but the quality is there. Maybe they’ll write a Brazilian “Stand Down Margaret” for Bolsonaro to start the next decade off right.

Five fab tracks: “Lucro (Descomprimindo)”, “Playsom”, “Barravenida, Pt. 2”, “Água”, “Sulamericano”

10. Juliana Perdigao – Beginning the decade as a member of Graveola, singer/clarinetist Juliana Perdigao participated in their solid sophomore album before breaking off into her solo career. Fusing Beatlesesque art-pop sensibilities with a love of her national musics, she proved both an adept cover artist—stealing songs from Romulo Fróes and Tulipa Ruiz—as well as a good songwriter. Her first album tended proggy, in a good way, but by the end of the decade she was writing tight, off-kilter songs that bent instruments to arrangements while still having the musical flourishes that keep the art in her pop.

Five fab tracks: “Recomeçaria”, “Céu Vermelho”, “Ó”, “Pierrô Lunático”, “Felino”

11. Criolo – Following an undistinguished debut album late last decade, Sao Paulo’s Criolo emerged as one of his nation’s most important rappers of the ‘10s. His 2011 release Nó Na Orelha, where he found decade-long partners with producers Daniel Ganjaman and Marcelo Cabral, is considered by many a landmark in Brazilian hip hop. Throughout the ‘00s Brazil’s hip hop scenes had shown more signs of moving past recycled North American funk beats toward a more distinctly national sound, so while Criolo may not have been the first to push the music in new directions, his ambition—embracing Africa, Jamaica, Latin America and Brazil—helped popularize new sounds in national hip hop. He deepened that sound on the follow-up, Convoque Seu Buda, and tied in more strongly to São Paulo’s vibrant scene before moving to an excellent straight samba album by the decade’s end.

Five fab tracks: “Sucrilhos”, “Pegue pra Ela”, “Fio de Prumo (Padê Onã)”, “Chuva Ácida”; “Dilúvio de Solidão”

Arty Proggy People

Vicente Barreto, Cambaco (2015) – An intriguing feature of Brazilian music is how intergenerational it can be. There’s a long history of tribute albums that are genuine attempts to hold a tradition together rather than just cheap cash grabs. Younger musicians will work with older ones to connect cultural movements across generations. In 2015, the Clube da Encruza, whose ‘dirty samba’ is the most compelling music scene in Brazil this decade, did that three times: with Elza Soares on the acclaimed A Mulher do Fim do Mundo, with Ná Ozzetti on Passo Torto’s Thiago França, and on this collaboration with longtime sideman and occasional solo performer Vicente Barreto. Barreto is probably best known for his sessions with Tom Zé, but he’s worked with a variety of well-known artists over four decades as well as put out several modest-at-best solo albums. Here Marcelo Cabral, who produces and plays bass, Sérgio Machado (drums), Rodrigo Campos (guitar), Thiago França (sax) and Juçara Marçal bring Barreto’s sound into the dirty samba era. The results aren’t as striking as the Soares or Ozzetti albums, and Barreto lacks those performers’ charisma, but there’s plenty of quirk and more edge than is the norm in his solo work. The album is very much in the vein of Campos’ first three solo albums, especially Bahia Fantástica: funky, but twisted, smooth, yet still prickly. Plus, as you probably guessed, the band is pretty hot. Listen here. Grade: B

Caçapa, Elefantes de Rua Novo (2011) – Instrumentalist mining NE Brazilian folk traditions. Every track is subtitled “rojão”, which translates as redneck. In theory he’s trying to recapture the rural roots of these musics—samba, coco and baiano-—but of course that’s a fool’s dream. Basically Caçapa recapitulates the work he and Alessandro Leão did on Dois Cordões but strips out her vocals and adds sonic resonance. So these ‘primitive’ takes are filtered through modern studio tricks—lots of shimmery echo, a (I believe) viola capira that sounds robotic—but achieve a facsimile of the fool’s dream by being so decidedly unpop about it. As a result it’s hypnotic and beautiful rather than staid and conservative. Like good ambient music, it kind of sits in the background, but still has an edge that pulls in your ears. I’ve heard similar attempts to modernize the rustic, but I can’t think of one this successful. Listen here. Grade: B+

Catavento, Lost Rush Against the Youth (2014) and Anseidade na Cidade (2018) – Starting out garage and ending up prog by the third album, this Caxias Do Sul band has struggled to develop its identity (and market) while making some modestly successful, as well as some awful, music along the way. The garage rock on the debut made a pitch for the international market with some English-language tracks, but the real selling point is a frenetic guitar attack with more oomph than the wan stuff you hear a lot in American indie music these days. And what they lack in songwriting ability, they make up for with momentum. That forward movement was derailed, however, by a genuinely awful, must-to-avoid sophomore album, Cha (2016). So the band fracture and reformed around a new nucleus on the much-better-but-not-that-good third album. The guitar is downplayed for a more keyboard heavy and mellower sound. If speed distracted from songs on the debut, here they rely on texture. In other words, they went full-on prog, albeit without the 20-minute songs. Despite the silliness that infects most such music, they have a knack for finding something—hook is to strong a word—to hang their songs on, and, if I’m honest, I’m probably getting some kind of nostalgia kick off their ’80s prog rip offs. But only if I’m in the right mood. Listen here. Grades: B-/C+

Ronei Jorge, Entrevista (2018) – Former leader of Ronei Jorge e os Ladrões de Bicicleta, a run-of-the-mill alt-rock band, Jorge reappears after nearly a decade’s absence with his first solo album. He leads with two stunning tracks: the Itamar Assumpção inspired “Adivinha” and the Hermeto Pascoal homage “Ela”. In both, Jorge’s voice plays with, and is played by, a female chorus that sings rings around him as the instruments reach for a very Brazilian kind of musical ecstasy—light, funky, frivolous, reaching for the stars. On the rest of the album only “O Inferno É Voce” equals that fun, although three others aren’t too far behind. The remaining three are bores. Which means he’s come up with six decent songs in nearly 10 years. So, don’t hold out hope for the sequel. But do listen here to those winners. Listen here. Grade: B-

Jards Macalé, Besta Fera (2019) – Jards Anet da Silva, born in 1943, earned his surname as a child from his sporting abilities. The nickname is from the worst player of the Botafoga football club. But the ungifted soccer player proved adept at a different kind of playing: music. Macalé established himself as a key background player in the mid-’60s bossa nova scene working with Maria Bethania and Nara Leão, while also abetting the tropicalistas in their usurpation of bossa’s cultural primacy. He later broke with his friends Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gil fearing that the tropicália movement had been co-opted by the state-run (hence military dictatorship supporting) culture agency. From there he established himself in the ’70s as a culturally marginal if historically significant figure in Brazil’s non-mainstream MPB. Alongside fellow oddballs Tom Zé and Itamar Assumpção, Macalé played key role in establishing Brazil’s independent music scene. On his first album in eight years, Macalé is joined by leading figures of São Paulo’s avant-samba scene, who owe more than a little to his pioneering independence. Clube da Encruza members Romulo Fróes and Kiko Dinucci, with the help of drummer Thomas Harres, try to capture the same magic that the Clube did working with veteran Elza Soares her great 2015 album, A Mulher do Fim do Mundo. The difference is that, as a songwriter, Macalé has a more definitive sound than performer Soares, who develops her public persona as an interpreter of other people’s songs. This means the Clube’s stamp is less apparent. Where A Mulher was a Clube album with Soares’ voice bringing depth to their dirty samba, Besta is a Macalé project with some flourishes and details that connect it to the current São Paulo scene. Vocals are the biggest difference between the two albums. While Soares’ voice is also shot, she still knows how to use it. Her singing on A Mulher and its follow-up, Deus é Mulher, find humanity and vivacity in the frailty and decline of old age. In contrast, Macalé, whose vocal gifts are less robust, struggles. Thin, straining, almost hoarse, he doesn’t break through the limitations of age; he sounds constrained by them. Which means it’s a good thing Fróes, Dinucci and Harres lit a fire under his semi-retired butt and coaxed a solid set of songs out of him. It took awhile, but I’ve trained myself to hear past my irritation with the voice, in the manner I can with Dave Wakeling of the Beat, to appreciate the real strengths of this album. Two tracks toward the end, “Peixe” and “Longho Caminho do Sol”, provide the relief where assists by Juçara Marçal and Fróes help the songs connect by taking the focus off of Macalé’s voice. Eventually almost all the others clicked thanks to some sharp arrangements and guitar work throughout. While not directly political, Macalé’s struggle to find light in the darkness fits this moment in Jair Bolsonaro’s Brazil. Macalé, who organized a concert celebration on the 25th anniversary of the United Nations’ Universal Declaration of Human Rights in the midst of a military dictatorship, is no stranger to struggle, and if Bolsonaro hasn’t returned to those days, he’s stoked nostalgia for them. Which means Macalé’s weary defiance of despair and death models resistance for the kids who convinced him to record again. Besta Fera nicely hands the baton to a new generation of Brazilian musicians to take up the struggle for Brazil’s better nature. If it’s not as perfect as you might wish, well as another weary soul reminded us, sometimes you might find you get what you need. And apparently, Brazil, or at least its musicians resisting Bolsonaro’s bigoted populism, needed another Jards Macalé record. Listen here. Grade: B+

Thiago Nassif, Três (2018) – A guitarist/singer from Rio, Nassif’s arty avant samba has tended soundscape and fragments, but on his third album his collaboration with American ex-pat Arto Lindsay, who’s produced Marisa Monte and Lucas Santtana, provides some needed shape and songfulness. (Lindsay is returning the favor to Nassif who co-produced Lindsay’s 2017 album.) For much of Três, Nassif sounds like a cross between Lindsay and Itamar Assumpção, with the latter’s fidgety funk streaked by Lindsay’s skronk guitar and no wave noise undercurrents. Sometimes, however, he’s stumbles closer to pal Negro Leo, who also appears herein. Leo’s aggressively in your face weirdness embraces alienation as aesthetic strategy. Nassif’s not as annoying, but on “Bulgado” he gets close. At his best he achieves Lindsay’s deft mixture of avant with songform as he smartly updates Assumpção’s twitch for Brazil’s current avant samba scene. If he’s not as immediate as the jagged rumble of Metá Metá or Rodrigo Campos’ post-Steely Dan pseudo-gloss, he rewards the effort of patient listening as your ears acclimate to his restless rhythms. Just as with Assumpção. Listen here. Grade: B+

Juliana Perdigão, Folhuda (2019) – On her third, most accomplished, but not necessarily best album, Perdigão focuses on the pop elements of her art-pop samba. With Thiago França producing, you might have expected more instrumental flourishes and avant tricks, but the two keep things tight: the longest song is 3:30, and four of the 12 tracks clock in at under two minutes. The arty appears less in the arrangements than in the way she jumps stylistically from song to song. Funky, rocking, lilting, moody, abstract: she switches approach from track to track while maintaining a flow and cohesion over the album. How deep it all is depends upon your grasp of Portuguese poetry. Google translation give glimpses of female assertion, political upheaval and, of course, saudade. But this is the line that gets across: “Sente-se diante da vitrola/E esquece das vicissitudes da vida.” Sit in front of the record player/and forget the vicissitudes of life. Sometimes that’s all you can do in a world of never-ending crises if you want to keep your sanity. As usual, Perdigão’s sonorous alto and quirky smarts are up to that task of providing some temporary relief. Listen here. Grade: B+

Trombone de Frutas, Chanti, Charango? (2014) and Chanti Alpïsti (2016)– Proggy alt-rock band from Curtiba in the southern state of Parana, TdF—which, yep, means Fruit Trombones—lives up to their silly name. Their samba-touched rock on the debut humorously juxtaposes hard rock explosions, Beatles quotations, lounge jazz, psychedelic folk and whatever sounds fun. Chanti Alpïsti picks up directly from the final notes on the Chanti, Charango? and launches into a terrific lead track that moves from Roma to Rush to something else in a heartbeat. The guitarist sound like he was listening to a lot of 2112 while making this album. But even more than the debut, Chanti Alpïsti exposes their limits. While they may be smart asses, they ain’t genius ones, so they rarely rise above entertainingly diverting. But apparently they hand out fruit at their shows. And they do feature a trombone. Listen here for Chanti, Charango?  Chanti Alpïsti can be found on many streaming services. Grade: B-/C+.

Laura Wrona, Cosmocolmeia (2016) – After a folky, and kind of boring, debut, singer Wrona teams with fellow weirdo Thiago Nassif for a synth pop album that sounds like Duda Beat meets Quartabê, which really means it sounds like Maria Beraldo’s Cavala from last year. With Nassif co-producing, Wrona has plenty of arty touches that decorate her fairly straightforward beats, but she doesn’t reach out to the audience as forcefully or effectively as Duda Beat or Beraldo do. Still solid stuff, and I wish I could place that new wave quote she interpolates into “Nuvens Anônimas”. Listen here. Grade B.