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Please don't listen to Andre's shit, its a homogenised stylised fantasy on par with the exoticism of Carmen Miranda and some bad bossa nova muzak in an elevator that you're stuck in forever dancing the tarantella-tango with an automotom mannequin of Michael Jackson, like a Twilight Zone episode on mushrooms.  Check out Favela Funk Records.  A universal leader in Afro-Yoruban-Ska-Rap-Candomble-Voodoo-Nightmare-on-amyl-nitrite, bringing you the harsh raw and real sound of a Brazilian favella, mixed with dog poo found on the streets of Cannes, wrapped in cellulite on the fat legs of a fat slag in an Ibiza nighclub.  You can listen to it anywhere, so long as you have a portable 8-track, let the music create a distinctive ambience that conjures up these words in a neon copperplate etched in Mayan hieroglyphic braile, but only backwards, "Brazil".   

Fuck you,
Greedy Bengal Lancer with half a degree in marketing.