Argentina, 1976, progressive rock
Once I glanced over a translation of the lyrics, the mysterious poetry delighted me. The music is mostly mellow, like water at low tide after a fleet of ships, their sails puffed by music, outrun the waves that carried them out to sea. Breezy, expansive, not at all confining music. The penultimate track is the only veering off course, as it has a harder rock sound to it. The vocalist, after all, is questioning dogs of different colors.
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