Billowing strains of mellow psych-pop, Boogarins’ second album fuses the faraway Dunedin jangle of bands like the Clean and the Chills with song structures and vocal phrasings redolent of Tropicalismo. If Manual lulls at times, that’s sort of the point. The Brazilian quartet’s slowly evolving passages evoke a physiological break from the mad rush. “6000 Dias” begins as a bucolic Sunday afternoon cruise that builds into a guitar-fueled blast toward the stratosphere. “Falsa Folha de Rosto” echoes and flanges its way through somnambulant unreality, each passage weighing down the eyelids a little more. (Fri., 6:50pm, Reverberation stage)
This article appears in April 29 • 2016.
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Greg Beets was born in Lubbock on the day Richard Nixon was elected president. He has covered music for the Chronicle since 1992, writing about everyone from Roky Erickson to Yanni. Beets has also written for Billboard,Uncut, Blurt, Elmore, and Pop Culture Press. Before his digestive tract cried uncle, he co-published Hey! Hey! Buffet!, an award-winning fanzine about all-you-can-eat buffets.
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