In 1971, before Bowie brought to life Ziggy Stardust and Marc Bolan appeared glittered up on live TV, before the New York Dolls shocked virility out of rock and Kiss neurotically inserted it back in, Brazil had already invented its own kind of glam rock, with its own painted masks, satin clothes, and made-up personae. Except their version had bass lines as deeply spacious as King Tubby’s, guitar riffs as gently mesmerizing as Zeppelin’s, and the weirdest nods to the flutes, whistles and chants of old Iberic pagan festivals . . .
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