The defining portuguese new-wave group (probably), with a frontman (not Axl Rose) full of literary swagger (maybe more like a Lloyd Cole gone off the rails), bringing on the sound of a fun night out in the alternative eighties with their breakthrough album, with a great title, and a great cover! They were on a (cocaine-fuelled?) roll. They were also soon to run out (right after their fine mid-career-summation live album,
In Vivo, from 1990) so, if you are looking to score some more, I would backtrack to their more avantgarde days (however hit-and-miss they could be) instead of the generic pop act they would morph into in the following years, which, as I seem to recall, saw them getting blander and blander, as their then chubby drummer
Tóli got thinner and thinner. Correlation or causation? Unless we can convince him, in the name of science, to regain a few pounds and have the band record another album, I guess we'll never know.
