“Hello Ocho has long since left that landmark in the rear view, hurtling through the cosmos like a psychedelic freighter with little regard for traditional song and genre forms.”
Totally unrestrained creative expression is a standard that any artist would strive for. It just so happens that Atlanta quintet Hello Ocho has long since left that landmark in the rear view, hurtling through the cosmos like a psychedelic freighter with little regard for traditional song and genre forms.
The latest product of their efforts, the self-released sophomore album In Portuguese, is a sprawling, dramatic gem, a kaleidoscopic juggernaut of strange and brave proportions. Amidst the album’s warm, enveloping dissonance, subtle nods to pop, jazz, tropicalia, krautrock, and a profound cinematic Scope® find their way to the surface. Comparisons to Can, Deerhoof, Stereolab and even Connan Mockasin aren’t unwarranted, but Hello Ocho pledges allegiance to no one sound or style – they’ve made it their mission to absorb all they can from every corner of the sonic universe, if only to see what comes out the other end.