Deep in the south, past the deserts, fertile farms, worries about the future of beautiful New Orleans; past Arizona laws…There is a young man…Below boarders, giant pyramids, jungles, rain forests, amazon rivers, unexplored worlds and peoples….There is a beautiful city. The grand mountainous coastal city of Rio De Janeiro. Over Rio, Christ The Redeemer (part of the new seven wonders of the world) watches over young friend; Mr Igor Andrade, a film student who goes by the music moniker Buon Giorno Luamada, which in a crude attempt to translate means something on the lines of “Hello Telephone” (This is probably very off – but it’s fun to pretend).
Andrade makes the type of music one would imagine made past miles of deserts, jungles, and pyramids. His self titled album (released on Perdizes Dream) is a collection of out of sync gems. With all this lo-fi bedroom insta-bliss going around, it could be easy for another album filled with soft toy arpeggiators, warm electronics, fuzzy guitars, and warped vocals to get lost, yet Buon Giorno Luamada does it well. There doesn’t seem to be a sense to please any certain group or crowd on his release. This is what matters. Buon Giorno Luamada could go a lifetime without being heard, but to Andrade, he has his band, devoted fans, and his international tour all in his bedroom (or dorm room, or parents house, maybe even a girlfriends floor).
Andrade seems to be having some serious sentimental fun. The songs soar somewhere between a soundtrack to a lost Donkey Kong Country game (this is a good thing), and what fluttering of bats, moths and pale colored butterflies floating softly up and down as if on strings in the dusty auditorium of Pippi Longstocking’s prom would sound like (I.E his track Mary Ann). His palette never gets stale or boring, and through his songs he manages to do a pretty good job of keeping things quite interesting. Perhaps wherever our little music maker Igor Andrade is, he has a good view of those mountains. His music could very much be inspired (and one would hope) by his surroundings; Christ The Redeemer himself gives his daily gift of inspiration. Perhaps he looks north, and wonders himself about those ancient pyramids, giant rivers, and South American cities in the clouds.
Article by Hunter Skowron