NME (6/14/97, p.58) - "...their grooves are just about as organic and far from machine-like in sound as electronic music gets....laced with the kind of odd spirit that only dance mavericks who're several miles short of the mainstream can be relied upon to craft so inventively..."
Option (11-12/97, p.95) - "...it's easy for an artist to forget where form ends and content begins--Fila Brazillia's awareness of this crucial line keeps LUCK BE A WEIRDO TONIGHT from degenerating into--well, pretentious twaddle....Fila's musicality sets it apart from mere experimentation..."
Can Fila Brazillia cook or can't it? Forget everything you've ever heard about downtempo. Ignore the pundits who deride British trip-hop, citing their utter confusion over the term and its practitioners. Distance yourself from those who pillory the fact that much of the Ninja Tune/NineBar/Pork contingent is responsible for the most flaccid of tunes and the most gutless of grooves. Fila Brazillia perhaps epitomizes all that is right in the giant melting pot we call "electronica."
Yeah, there's jazz--there's lots of jazz ("Weasel Out the Muck"). There's silly dub antics ("Rustic Bellyflop"), there's bass-fuzz hip-hop ("Do the Hale-Bopp"), and, of course, there's outright electro-weirdness ("Hells Rarebit"). There is, in fact, a little something for anyone with catholic-enough tastes. One basically has to let the bizarreness and instrumental prowess of the Fila Brazillians just flow over the head like aural molasses. It's a glorious noise.
Can Fila Brazillia cook or can't it? Forget everything you've ever heard about downtempo. Ignore the pundits who deride British trip-hop, citing their utter confusion over the term and its practitioners. Distance yourself from those who pillory the fact that much of the Ninja Tune/NineBar/Pork contingent is responsible for the most flaccid of tunes and the most gutless of grooves. Fila Brazillia perhaps epitomises all that is right in the giant melting pot we call "electronica".
Yeah, there's jazz--there's lots of jazz ("Weasel Out the Muck"). There's silly dub antics ("Rustic Bellyflop"), there's bass-fuzz hip-hop ("Do the Hale-Bopp"), and, of course, there's outright electro-weirdness ("Hells Rarebit"). There is, in fact, a little something for anyone with catholic-enough tastes. One basically has to let the bizarreness and instrumental prowess of the Fila Brazillians just flow over the head like aural molasses. It's a glorious noise.