There is usually no deeper chasm between the relative enjoyment musicians and spectators can get from a musical performance than the one produced by an all-(unpitched)-percussion collective - that is, except the one resulting from hearing it on record, and this isn't the album to disprove that. There was some instrumental variety in this portuguese ensemble's kit, which could make for a decent showcase - although it all surprisingly lacks rhythmic punch, as if their neighbors had threatened 'next time' they would call the cops -, and the opener "Recolhimento", beginning with some welcome chants and bagpipes (that could have made a difference going forward, but only return, too little too late, in the final tracks), making it sound like you're following a medieval procession of monks into a recondite forest for some cabbalistic rituals, can give you hope that maybe there'll be something more to this; but then you enter a clearing, everyone takes off their cloaks, and it turn's out it's just a bunch of dudes arranging themselves into a more worldly drum circle, so, either be ready to pick up a djembe and join in, or you might want to bring some aspirin along just in case.
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