It’s a neat concept, seeing how a particular culture regurgitated Los Beatles. Portugal emerges as a tryer: chap singing through his forehead on “I’ll Follow The Sun”, “When I’m 64” played on a wasp, a total botch made of “Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da” (which is bollocks anyway, to be fair) and a surprisingly loose grasp of rhythm all round. But, occasionally, Portugal triumphs: an atmospheric “Blackbird”, a surfing “I’ll Get You” and a delightful fado reading of “Hey Jude” taken at a canter on the pretty Portuguese guitarra. Collectors will also want to hear the two versions of “Penina” (a song Paul McCartney tossed off on the Algarve and sold locally), but maybe not often. Inessential stuff, but fun.
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