After two weeks of near impenetrable June Gloom here in Los Angeles the sun has again decided to grace us with its presence. With it, Lô Borges’ 1972 self-titled album sounds that much better. I’m a strong proponent of situational listening; I believe in both the late-night album and Sunday morning background music. I think some genres sound better if you’re in an urban environment, while others lend themselves to rural areas of near-seclusion.
I also believe in the nuances of seasonal music; note, this is not to be confused with ‘holiday’ music. Over the years I’ve convinced myself Led Zeppelin II sounds best in the Fall, that the Way of The Vaselines sounds better during the Spring, Marquee Moon in the Winter, and Culture’s Two Sevens Clash during the Summertime. Well, in truth, I have previously only consciously thought about two of those titles (Zep II/Two Sevesn Clash) and how they relate to the seasons, but you get the idea (chalk it up to “poetic license.”) Those at all familiar with Southern California know the region does not yield much in the way of seasons, not in a traditionally sense anyway. A byproduct of this, at least for me since landing here eight or so years ago, is an acute awareness and appreciation of seasonal changes when I travel.
Without a doubt my consumption of reggae/dub, tropicalia, and latin fare increase as the temperature rises. While Brazil’s Lô Borges can obviously be appreciated in any environment/climate, I consistently find myself spinning this in the Summer. The same goes for Caetano Veloso, Tom Ze, Gilberto Gil, and the majority of the Luaka Bop catalog.. My recommendation: put this one on, sit back and find something cool to sip on.