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This is generous music, tactile and febrile. It carries its creator’s traces — her joys, her sorrows, the sounds that make her dance — and happily gives them over to the listener, so that they may create their own mesh of associations, find their own moments of uplift and stillness within its dislocations. A viral transfer of bricolage; music for swaying bodies and grinning faces.
(TINY MIX TAPES)

(Nídia) has a keen instinct for moving tracks beyond their percussive elements, fluid melodies and hypnotic brass samples leaving the listener unable to sit still.
(THE WIRE)

With her own strain of batida music, the Portuguese-born, Bordeaux-bred producer Nídia offers a debut album of mind-bending complexity.
(PITCHFORK album review)

I doubt there will be many more infectious club records than this released this year.
(THE QUIETUS album review)

The album offers a no-holds-barred distillation of the riotous energy that has punctuated all of her music and DJ sets over the last couple of years. Lead track ‘Sinistro’ is a smoky sub-100BPM collision of percussion, as adept at getting a dancefloor moving as any speedier Príncipe cut.
(THE QUIETUS track review)

Her unmistakable taut looped drums are still a force to be reckoned, with some of the album’s best moments built around ideas of repetition and precision, but there’s also a mysticism that wafts around its darker corners, betraying an almost devotional fervor.
(FACT)

“Sinistro” doesn’t draw you in not by virtue of its rhythm or groove, because it has almost neither of those qualities. Rather, the song shows that Nidia’s music, magnetic as it is, no longer needs to fit into the grid of the dance floor, and can exist all in its own space.
(PITCHFORK track review)

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"One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation, compassion”, Simone de Beauvoir once offered. Nídia has embraced as much as conducted her path on earth so far by means of her senses and her acute intuition, learning from the positive and negative sides of experience, contemplating the marvel of the human spirit, ever inspired by her own curiosity for the unveiled. Her music sounds to us as the perfect expression of her attitude in life.

More than appropriate intro titled "Mulher Profissional". It's a shout of empowerment, setting the pace for what is indeed a highly energized album. Listen closely and you will spot production skills that are beyond the standard of dance music genres, running wild but with a definite sense of purpose. This sounds like Africa taken (further more) into the future by command of a rogue mind - we'll save you the thrill of translating the album's title.

The hint of nostalgia possibly detected on a title such as "I Miss My Guetto" is quickly obliterated by a sort of hunger for the future, what's to come, but also what's already bubbling feverishly. It's as if Nídia is hit from every side and everything is so exciting that she just has to incorporate all manner of sights and sounds into her productions.

Tracks are kept generally short. They are strong, compact entities that announce the coming of something else - "Biotheke", for example, soundtracks a parade of Tripods if such an event could fit the narrative in "War Of The Worlds".

The LP ends - whenever the listener chooses - with the locked groove ‘Indian’.

Hand painted artwork by artwork by Márcio Matos.

Written and Produced by Nídia
Mastered by Tó Pinheiro Da Silva

Mulher Profissional

I Miss My Ghetto

Underground

Indian