The thing about this track is it perfectly captures what it feels like to be a carefree little kid. Two gently plucked guitars (and maybe a synth in there? I’m not sure) start the track off. The other voices come in one at a time – chimes, handclaps, the pulse of some electronic texture, and then Cults’ Madeline Follin’s vocals begin to some emotional heft. As soon as there’s something to latch onto, something as abstract as some portugese lyrics sung in an unembellished lilt, the shakers come in. By the time the horns make their entrance, you already know it’s a party.
It’s easy to get swallowed up by this. The song is rhythmically dense, with a couple of different patters getting laid out in the mix. The interplay in the different parts means there are little weird undercurrents, moments of uncertainty that provide a necessary contrast to the surface level sunshine. This is the kind of song where it’s hard to even latch onto anything and that’s the point and its so refreshing to get lost in a song like this and you don’t have to think and the little tweaks in the sound make keep it interesting and you find yourself smiling and you’re not quite sure why.
Maybe you’re flailing arms and other limbs, circling the roaring campfire on the beach just above the high tide line while the stars and moon look on. Maybe you’ve just stepped out into the light of the day and you weren’t expecting it to look this beautiful. Maybe you’re just happy to be alive. It’s that kind of buzz that I’m getting from Um Canto De Afoxé Para O Bloco Do Ilê and it’s hard not to want a hit of that.