Trapical Moon

Somewhere between Portuguese news reports, football highlights and inspired madness, what emerges is not a song, but a stream of consciousness with an emphasis on the sunny side of the mind. It seems as if the radio has picked up all the frequencies in the world at once: from a stadium in Rondônia to a random forum about vaccines and acrobats. Words bounce around like a ball on a dusty field, followed by a rhythm that doesn't seek meaning because it is meaning itself.

There is a special charm in this chaos: when everything sounds as if the world has gone mad, but does so beautifully. The music doesn't explain anything - it just makes noise, spins around, takes your breath away. And suddenly it becomes clear that this is exactly how today sounds: untranslatable, overloaded, but desperately alive.