April 16, 2008...2:14 am
el Guincho @ Madame Jojo’s - 01/04/08
What you bare witness to at an el Guincho show is an absolute mind-fuck. Don’t go expecting to form an opinion of each track. Expect to either love it or hate it, because if there’s one thing about this Brazilian, it’s that live, his songs don’t have an end or beginning. His set is one big whirlwind, sucking in world beats, chants and general clatter, and spitting out the funkiest globule of a carnival you’ll ever work your limbs to.
In bright red trousers and dark wayward curls, el Guincho takes to the stage with a floor tom, a closed hi-hat and one four-track sampler. He loops steel pan rolls as he taps hurriedly on the rim of his tom, while bobbing his head and bellowing repetitively. A mind-blowingly worthy experience we think you’ll agree.
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