Identity does not mean being the same, but at the same time. Luanda and Brugg at the same time. Simultaneously flying and falling, the good and the broken knee, the old medicine. Dance music as a homage to the anomalies in the head and the biographical irregularities. Gladly with a chorus, because Dino Brandão is still a cancioneiro, given away to song and to the bittersweet symphony, a friend of the grand gesture. He unfolds this little pop music world map in crooked proportions. He strokes the drums of yesteryear, plays the fogged synthesizers, kicks on the drum machine - gleefully entangled to all points of the compass. Dino Brandão can be all that and dances on the shards of his reflection.
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