POTA

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“A exploração sónica dos RATERE neste POTA é uma fantasmagoria sublime do carrossel rockeiro: a mecânica do krautrock mais bruto com a dinâmica de uma electrónica de doutrina analógica (repare-se só na ambiência espacial da segunda parte de Western Noodles); o riff indie-rock (Dinosaur Jr. à espreita) a conduzir a viagem espacial por entre detritos cósmicos de rock psicadélico, pós-rock (de vertente nórdica) e punk-rock abrasivo (Spicy Lagareted Octopus é uma autêntica road trip de circum-navegação intergaláctica); o repetitivismo supremo da guitarra eléctrica feito para o transe infinito comum a todas as linguagens do rock (FAO). POTA é, no fundo, como o recurso estilístico ao título indica, uma viagem exploratória tentacular de um bicho cefalópede de pés na cabeça, sendo aqui a cabeça o pulsar constante que atravessa o disco do princípio ao fim - o baixo-guitarra, o baixo-locomotiva, o baixo-propulsor. Se escutarmos bem esta espécie de bipolaridade dimensional, facilmente compreendemos a estrutura corpórea destes RATERE, as suas metamorfoses (de uma música para a outra e dentro da mesma música), as camuflagens de cor (aquele pós-rock que afinal é indie-rock-instrumental, e por aí fora) e, principalmente, a fórmula que usam para o movimento (absorvendo um mar sonoro de electricidades e expelindo-o com toda a força). Em It Was Nothing temos ainda o ultra-sofisticado atributo mágico do cefalópode: a capacidade de desenhar uma nuvem-fantasma de tinta a partir de si mesmo, neste caso uma nuvem-pop, azul-ultramarina, permitindo-lhe escapar com toda a elegância ao aturdido predador retromaníaco.” - João Tiago Esteves

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released April 23, 2016

Recorded at Auditório CCOB, C-house & Cazagrande, Barcelos PT - 2015, by José Arantes, C.Ricardino & João Coutada

Produced by José Arantes

Mixed & mastered by José Arantes at B-house, Barcelos - 2016

Ratere: C.Ricardino, João Coutada, José Moutinho, Óscar Sousa, Ricardo Falcão, Tiago Rosendo

Music by Ratere

Vocals & lyrics on track 5: André Simão & Graciela Coelho

Artwork by Pedro Oliveira

Honeysound 2016 - HSLP002

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Track Name: It Was Nothing
It was a wrapped paper, rolling in the sidewalk.
It was a plastic bag, making friends with the rest of the waste.
It was a dog who looked like a fox with its eyes fixed on the other side of the road.
It was summer. It was spring.
It was rain and an alley. It was molly and thursday. It is a white wooden window.
It was the morning. It was that morning. It was a very tiny book.
A star shines brighter. Those evenings at the zoo.
It was waiting for the bus.
It was that strange bird, that strange singing.
It’s that camera you found and those photographs of going to Spain. Or is it Mexico?
I’m not even sure if it makes any sense, but can you see some connection between this tree and the top of that mountain? I’m not even sure if it makes any sense at all.
It was red. It was green. It was gone. It was allover the place.
It was a row, without a boat. A shoe without a sole.
It was the news: Mr. Robinson has announced his intention to step down. They broke up 'cause Mike sat on her favourite armchair; 16 year old kid speaks out his problem.
It was that empty theatre. It is ghosts. It was you.
It was a glass of wine. It was a wave.
I’m not even sure if it makes any sense, but can you see some connection between this treeand the top of that mountain? I’m not even sure if it makes any sense at all.

Vocals & Lyrics: André Simão, Graciela Coelho