Original released on CD Milan 050466.3085.2.8
(EU 2002, April 8)
A trully masterpiece. His "white album"- after the colourful & psychedelic cover of the last album, a simple blank cover, with only his signature on the front. Beautiful, fluid arrangements on many tunes, including the exquisite flute-strings-guitar interplay on the lead track, "Irene," and the Portuguese fado stylings of "Os Argonautas." This is the high point of Veloso's most incandescent early years - the sheer beauty of "Irene" marks Veloso's master status as a revolutionizer of Brasilian acoustic music, while the whispering-then-howling electric guitar on "Empty Boats" places him in the top ranks of '60s space rock. An essential album.
Try to explain Caetano Veloso to an Anglo-American audience and you end up constructing some fabulous hybrid of Brian Wilson, Stevie Wonder, Bob Dylan, Syd Barrett, John Lennon, and Bob Marley. The English-speaking pop world does not really have a Caetano Veloso, which is probably why the likes of Beck, Kurt Cobain, and David Byrne have worshipped him. Androgynous, profoundly intellectual, yet gloriously irreverent, he performs to packed soccer stadiums while playing unashamedly highbrow music. This self-titled solo debut (after an album called “Domingo” that he had recorded the year before with Gal Costa) was a key text in the formation of Tropicalia, a slyly seditious pop art movement of late 1960s Brazil. Veloso unwittingly unified a mix of leftish poets, painters, dramatists, and film-makers with his defiantly Brazilian response to the “neo-rock” of The Beatles. It is bossa nova played by psychedelic rockers and orchestrated by classical composers, complicated by horn arrangements and baroque vocal harmonies. The music is stunning – the wobbly psychedelic rock of “Clarice”, the haunting, complex chord changes of “Clara”, the jaunty Che Guevara tribute “Soy Loco Por Ti, América” – but even those who do not speak a word of Portuguese may be intrigued by Veloso’s concrete poetry lyrics. Brzil’s teenagers loved it; the military dictatorship of the time did not. Within two years Veloso was forced out of Brazil into exile in London, something that only confirmed his legendary status and propagated a remarkable career. (John Lewis in “1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die”)
O disco de estreia de Caetano e Gal, em detrimento ao tropicalismo por vezes expansivo dos trabalhos seguintes de ambos, soa intimista, flertando com a bossa nova, bem como com a famigerada estética de "música de festival". Caetano já se apresenta maduro em termos composicionais e, assim como Gal, revela-se um intérprete preparado. Os arranjos são pautados basicamente pelo violão, com uma ou outra pontuação camerística, sem exageros. Todas as canções são no mínimo boas e, se o todo peca de alguma forma, é por sua linearidade. Ouço este trabalho como uma espécie de ode à solidão. Acho que o único defeito desse álbum é ser curto demais.
Ironically enough, Caetano Veloso's almost entirely English language album is one of the most misunderstood of his classic 60s/70s period amongst English-speaking audiences. Recorded while in exile in London, the album marks a dramatic musical departure from his first 2 solo outings that he would continue to explore up through 1977 or thereabouts. I must confess I don't know too many details of Caetano's (or Gilberto Gil's) exile in London. It seems like a bit of a missed opportunity on the part of the British, though there was probably no reason why anyone there should've known who he was. "A Little More Blue" opens with a laidback, meandering acoustic figure that sounds a bit mellow but certainly not conducive to soul-bearing. The lyrics are about events that have made him sad, even though at the present moment «I feel a little more blue than then». Along the way he peppers in references to his own exile (an obvious recurring theme throughout the album) and some truly vivid lyrics («her dead mouth with red lipstick smiled»). An odd, dichotomous opener. "London, London" is for me the clear standout. And, oddly enough, it's the jauntiest track, replete with playful flute like Donovan's 67-era acoustic sides. It's one of the most exquisitely beautiful songs I've ever heard concerning alienation, loneliness, and, above all, homesickness. And while I hold that song to be one of the best songs ever written, period, "London, London" offers the beautifully resigned flipside of that coin. And all this from a song whose refrain is «My eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skies».
"Transa", Caetano's fourth album, was released upon his return to Brasil in 1972. A leading member in the "Tropicalia" movement, named after a Helio Oiticia art installation, Caetano, as well as other musicians, writers, and artists were jailed and kicked out of Brasil for their establishment challenging ethos. There, along with Jards Macale, Caetano was able to soak in the English rock scene, thus fermenting a fusion of sounds that erupts forth in this album. Unlike the works of many other Brasilian artists of the early 70's, it doesn't sound like undercooked psych rock. The mixture of rock instrumentation with classic Brasilian poetry and musical styling make it sound as if Chuck Berry was a Bahia native. The English lyrics only reveal to western listeners what a great lyricist Caetano was in his prime, second only to Buarque. The way his voice bends and soars adds another layer of beauty to these songs. Dylan and Leonard Cohen wish they had made an album as buoyant, joyous, and fresh as this. This is the sound of a man in transition, a man who sees that the rock and roll lifestyle isn't all it's cracked up to be, a man at his peak as a band leader and singer/songwriter. All credit can't go merely to Veloso, as the 2008 180-gram reissue (which sounds immaculate), doesn't refer to the contributions of Jards Macale (guitar), Tutti Moreno (percussion), and Gal Costa (voice in "You Don't Know Me", "Neolithic Man" and "Nostalgia"). A true masterpiece of Brasilian rock. Must listen. (in RateYourMusic)
This album is absolutely essential. To star with, this is not a fake live, the concert took place at Teatro Castro Alves, Salvador da Bahia (Brasil), on the November 10th and 11th of 1972. Some of the crowd noise were inserted in the tracks because of the censorship on some passages as if they were boos. Even there were parts of "Bárbara" that could not be pronounced. The lyrics of Ana de Amsterdam also did not enter Chico's next album "Calabar" because of the censorship. The repertoire includes the best of what both songwriters had produced so far. Caetano's peculiar rage in the rendition of "Partido Alto" and "Tropicália" makes it unique. (in RateYourMusic)
Worlds away from her more chanteuse-like debut, Gal Costa even blows away a lot of the Tropicália competition in terms of craziness - I put it down to Gal's staggering vocal range and personality, which is self-evident on this album from the very get-go. The syncopated beat and fuzz guitar opening of "Cinema Olympia" drops out almost immediately as Gal's seductive voice creates more of a lounge atmosphere, which soon disappears as well when the beat picks back up - by the time the chorus happens, Gal's hollering about matinee films at the Cinema Olympia over pounding snares and furious clean guitar riffing - heavy reverb and delay gradually accumulate on Gal's vocals as her wordless shouts and moans multiply before abruptly disappearing in a haze of strings... and then it's on to something completely different! The detuned nylon string acoustic guitar and snake charmer reeds of "Tuareg" veer immediately left, and yet Costa seems to have no trouble keeping up when the bass grove kicks in and the chorus lifts the dark Eastern atmosphere back into pop territory.