Imagine someone super glueing a double-live Iron Maiden into your CD player and putting it on Auto Repeat and you’ll understand my roomate, over-population, how desperate the situation is in Brazil at the moment, and why I cut my mullet off. Like the Live in Budakon records from the 70’s, this apparently massive bunch of Brazilians who have spent a weeks’ wages on this gig sing every word along with the band, which have apparently missed most of the last 20 years of musical progress. The tripe offered up as lyrics sinks the mid-tempo new numbers and sounds even more warbly when forced to compete with the arpeggiated metal lines of the speedy ones. An impressive exercise in anachronism.

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