Identity does not mean being one and the same, but several at the same time. Angola and Switzerland at the same time. Flying and falling at the same time. With his music, Dino makes heads swirl and the splinters of his identity fly high. With a choir, Dino Brandão remains a Cancioneiro. He spreads out the small map of the pop music world in shifting proportions. He has an eye for baroque, ornamentation, and old percussion, plays on foggy synthesizers and kicks his drum machine, dancing on the broken pieces. Delightfully tangled in all directions, Dino Brandão can be all this without losing himself, whirlingon the shards of his reflection.
