They send kisses…
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Alfred Soto: A mournful ballad with understated string arrangement and tumbling percussion from this Brazilian band whose name means Synthetic Victrola. Apt too for a tune that sounds like 3 am.
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Jonathan Bogart: My default is to love a spare, atmospheric track so long as it’s sung in Portuguese. It helps that I heard the video version first, which doesn’t have the weird drumming or strings.
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Will Adams: I would have muted the drum track. At first, it provides an interesting textural splash every few measures. Then it overstays its welcome and elbows the gorgeous everything-else in the song.
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Jonathan Bradley: The guitar licks are a photo shoot and the strings shimmer with magazine gloss. The papery drums trip themselves up though: a shy fumbling amidst the pristine. This is a romance, and, suitably, things only go wrong enough to be nice.
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Iain Mew: Almost a perfect wisp of song for lying back, sighing, contemplating, and watching the world. (I was picturing it fitting the Life is Strange soundtrack.) Almost because it’s ruined by some leaden drumming, like someone keeps aimlessly knocking on the door and interrupting.
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Juana Giaimo: There is a pleasent flow in “Beijo de Rimbaud”. Everything is balanced and nothing overshadows the wholeness of the song. Even the out of tempo beat of the beginning then finds its place.
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Anthony Easton: Gorgeous vocals and understated but complex instrumentation, including significant guitar, edge this into the sublime.
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Katherine St Asaph: If you put Rimbaud in your title, you have to own it. Acoustic plaints do not own it.
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Brad Shoup: I was sure they were building to a chamber spectacular, but the drummer never really broke from his deliberate pattern — the double-snare raps remain the center, all the way through — and Felipe Antunes maintains his dry, thoughtful vocal. It becomes, I think, a meditation on going out: whether any possible excitement is worth risking safety.
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