Brazilian Girls

Dance/Electronic
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Editorial Review

Mike Joyce wrote about Brazilian Girls in November 2006 for The Washington Post:

Brazilian Girls occasionally sound like they're trafficking in sex, lies and language tapes on their sophomore release, "Talk to La Bomb," with vocalist, provocateur and multilinguist Sabina Sciubba (the only "girl" in this Manhattan lounge-bred quartet) leading the way.

The same could be said for the band's previous release, but "Bomb" is a more rhythmically potent affair, an often intoxicating blend of pop, house, electronica, trip-hop, dub, cabaret and bossa nova grooves. No, Sciubba hasn't cleaned up her potty-mouth act, which still seems more contrived than outrageous. Yet beginning with the new album's opener, "Jique," with its dreamy chorus, it's obvious that Brazilian Girls don't need to rely on expletive-laced club anthems -- or even on Sciubba's penchant for switch-singing in English, French, German, Italian and what have you -- to stand out. Of course, having the Cars' Ric Ocasek in your corner doesn't hurt. Ocasek produced one of the album's highlights, "Last Call," a frothy cocktail of bass 'n' drum beats, spiky keyboard riffs and some reverse-motion sonics.

Though Sciubba certainly hasn't lost her knack for crooning, by turns sensuous, impassive and suggestive, her vocals aren't strong enough to keep some problems from surfacing, especially when the focus shifts to commentaries social ("Tourist Trap") or satiric ("Never Met a German"). Fortunately, the band's polyrhythmic thrust and several cleverly orchestrated arrangements keep electronica lulls at bay and produce lots of intercontinental compensation.