Ninos Du Brasil - Vida Eterna (2017)

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Title: Vida Eterna
Year Of Release: 2017
Label: Hospital Productions – HOS-490
Genre: Techno, Experimental
Quality: 16bit-44,1kHz FLAC
Total Time: 38:57
Total Size: 233 mb
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Tracklist
1. O Vento Chama Seu Nome
2. No Meio Da Noite
3. Condenado Por Un Idioma Desconhecido
4. Algo Ou Alguém Entre As Àrvores
5. O Som De Ossos
6. A Magia Do Rei II
7. Em Que O Rio Do Mar Se Torna
8. Vagalumes Piralampos (feat. Arto Lindsay)



Ninos Du Brasil’s excellent third album and second for Hospital Productions is their deadliest yet; offsetting tribal drum rituals laced with bestial electronics and possessed vocals, including a guest appearance by No Wave legend Arto Lindsay. Highly recommended if you’re into Psychedelic Warriors Of Gaia, Female or Vatican Shadow.

Nico Vascellari and Nicolò Fortuni come out to play in the dark, taking their fascinations with ritual musics - from Brazilian Afro-Latin tribal rhythms to library music and freezing Scandinavian BM - deep into the festering undergrowth of their shared, exotic aesthetic.

Where the cover of their last LP for Hospital Productions Novos Mistérios [2014] depicted a naked man covered by a leopard pelt, Marvin Gaye Chatwynd’s oil painting of a screeching Chiroptera in flight on the Vida Eterna jacket makes a strong visual allegory for NDB’s finer tuned spatial sensitivities inside, with their churning rhythms now embedded in fathoms of dread space and shaded in layers of processed vocal chants, both punk, metal, and tribalistic.

The big highlight is no doubt the closing cut, Vagalumes Piralampos, where Arto Lindsay, the legendary founder of DNA, chimes in on a stygian, moonlit jag between the eyes of bossa nova, batucada and the sort of esoteric electronics also charted by Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement or Cienfuegos.

But it only really makes sense after you’ve expended your energies along with the band thru monstrous techno shakedowns such as O veto Chama Seu Nome, the soca-like rush of Condenado Por Un Idioma Desconhecido, or found yourself lost, without coordinates, in the pitch black breakdown of No Meio Da Noite and have been hypnotised by the stalking rhythms and atmospheres of Em Que O Rio Do Mar Se Toma with an explosive percussive charge that mimics sharp blades scything through a nocturnal jungle...