A look at this cover—in the Brazilian crate at a favorite used record stop in Buenos Aires—and one look at the man who had made the music (back cover), and another look at this cover, was all it took to sell me on this album. It was worth it. An album between this "fallen star's" boosa-cum-soul beginnings and pop-plus-disco endings, it has plenty to appreciate from Wilson Simonal. Please, listen for yourself...
