Portugal’s freakiest house band, Niagara, get loosey goosey on return to Príncipe with four jazz-fizzed and earthen jams mixing punk-funk and Afro-Latin rhythms in a way they can happily call their own.
OK they may display shades comparable with Hieroglyphic Being at his bendiest, or even traces of Pop Dell’ Arte in their musical DNA, but there’s some defiantly offbeat and textured to the bittersweet, cranky yet playful jazz-house of Asa, and even when they simply put a big kick under it, like with IV, they still manage to make it sound warped in their own image; a proper grinning/gurning fizzog.
When they lock down to a beat, they really juice it for all its worth in burred, ferric disco psychedelia of Amarelo, but equally know how to swivel your bones in distinctly fresh but tribalistic style with the splayed snare patter and lysergic, flanged-out flute tickles of Laranja.
Whatever, they’ll make your ‘floor feel weird and bring out the best dancers.
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Portugal’s freakiest house band, Niagara, get loosey goosey on return to Príncipe with four jazz-fizzed and earthen jams mixing punk-funk and Afro-Latin rhythms in a way they can happily call their own.
OK they may display shades comparable with Hieroglyphic Being at his bendiest, or even traces of Pop Dell’ Arte in their musical DNA, but there’s some defiantly offbeat and textured to the bittersweet, cranky yet playful jazz-house of Asa, and even when they simply put a big kick under it, like with IV, they still manage to make it sound warped in their own image; a proper grinning/gurning fizzog.
When they lock down to a beat, they really juice it for all its worth in burred, ferric disco psychedelia of Amarelo, but equally know how to swivel your bones in distinctly fresh but tribalistic style with the splayed snare patter and lysergic, flanged-out flute tickles of Laranja.
Whatever, they’ll make your ‘floor feel weird and bring out the best dancers.
Portugal’s freakiest house band, Niagara, get loosey goosey on return to Príncipe with four jazz-fizzed and earthen jams mixing punk-funk and Afro-Latin rhythms in a way they can happily call their own.
OK they may display shades comparable with Hieroglyphic Being at his bendiest, or even traces of Pop Dell’ Arte in their musical DNA, but there’s some defiantly offbeat and textured to the bittersweet, cranky yet playful jazz-house of Asa, and even when they simply put a big kick under it, like with IV, they still manage to make it sound warped in their own image; a proper grinning/gurning fizzog.
When they lock down to a beat, they really juice it for all its worth in burred, ferric disco psychedelia of Amarelo, but equally know how to swivel your bones in distinctly fresh but tribalistic style with the splayed snare patter and lysergic, flanged-out flute tickles of Laranja.
Whatever, they’ll make your ‘floor feel weird and bring out the best dancers.
Portugal’s freakiest house band, Niagara, get loosey goosey on return to Príncipe with four jazz-fizzed and earthen jams mixing punk-funk and Afro-Latin rhythms in a way they can happily call their own.
OK they may display shades comparable with Hieroglyphic Being at his bendiest, or even traces of Pop Dell’ Arte in their musical DNA, but there’s some defiantly offbeat and textured to the bittersweet, cranky yet playful jazz-house of Asa, and even when they simply put a big kick under it, like with IV, they still manage to make it sound warped in their own image; a proper grinning/gurning fizzog.
When they lock down to a beat, they really juice it for all its worth in burred, ferric disco psychedelia of Amarelo, but equally know how to swivel your bones in distinctly fresh but tribalistic style with the splayed snare patter and lysergic, flanged-out flute tickles of Laranja.
Whatever, they’ll make your ‘floor feel weird and bring out the best dancers.
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Portugal’s freakiest house band, Niagara, get loosey goosey on return to Príncipe with four jazz-fizzed and earthen jams mixing punk-funk and Afro-Latin rhythms in a way they can happily call their own.
OK they may display shades comparable with Hieroglyphic Being at his bendiest, or even traces of Pop Dell’ Arte in their musical DNA, but there’s some defiantly offbeat and textured to the bittersweet, cranky yet playful jazz-house of Asa, and even when they simply put a big kick under it, like with IV, they still manage to make it sound warped in their own image; a proper grinning/gurning fizzog.
When they lock down to a beat, they really juice it for all its worth in burred, ferric disco psychedelia of Amarelo, but equally know how to swivel your bones in distinctly fresh but tribalistic style with the splayed snare patter and lysergic, flanged-out flute tickles of Laranja.
Whatever, they’ll make your ‘floor feel weird and bring out the best dancers.