“Have you ever thought of dancing as moving into time?” asks Nico Paulo, a kaleidoscopic, technicolor shuffle of horns, guitars, and percussion swirling across her breathy tenor. If you haven’t, that will likely change after listening to the St. John’s-based, Portuguese-Canadian artist’s self-titled debut. A bright, sweeping album of Tropicália-inflected jazz-folk & dream-pop . . .
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