In the village across from the house where my dear-dead-dear lived was a school with waves of the sounds of children at play. Wind played in the trees with a not dismimilar sound to seaside waves. Hours were joyfully spent in this liminal space. It seemed that placed would always be available to us. It is gone. Mom is gone. Somehow Anima Loop places me back there. artistreader
A collaborative project from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil that draws connections between carioca funk, punk, rap, samba, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2024
We have this album on more than we can say....as a soundtrack for a 'room' we listen as such- a perfect soundscape for thinking, not thinking, doing, not doing........ss/am editions vaché