Domina just drorrrrp’d Deus Sabe by Ceticências (we covered this before; duo: Cadu Tenório & Sávio Queiroz). And fucking zones. Like, this is good music to latch on to because it has that same sort of atmospheric maintenance of a risky vibe that’s hard to threshold in accessibility. It’s not shy and sorta creates a Hanz, Reducer future dub-DJ effect. But I was looking forward to “Drugs & Homosexuality,” so things is all sorta of fuck nursery rhyme style melodies and broken fans inside chime pipes, and SYTHNS like pianos and drums. Turnt. Tell me you don’t needs this yung Deus Sabe. It’s below. It’s Brazil. Rio, baby. Barber-shop quartet0-style “…just to watch him die.” Pierce at the tip.
What the FUCK? It’s a “name your price?” People! Price up. Get the digital. Put it on cassette. Respect that game. Lose track. 15 years later come back to it. What were you THINKING? Ceticências says it all in Deus Sabe, below:
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