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"My Con Alma wakes, as I do, slowly: catatonic, in a bleary stupor. Joana Queiroz’s “Concha” acts as a sotto voce alarm-call, opening the mix and heralding a wash of nebulous layers courtesy of Cadu Tenório and Fernando Falcão. As the mix progresses, there’s little to suggest its sleepy tone will disturb the Monday-morning somnambulist. Scenic routes through slight psychedelia (Manduka, Lula Côrtes and Zé Ramalho) is droning rather than enlivening. But, when Queiroz’s “Concha” returns as this Con Alma‘s bookend, the humming woodwind becomes rousing – jubilant, hopefully, in a new buoyant context."

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