I consume music as if it were chewing gum. After squeezing the flavor out of a song or album, I dispose of it. Music becomes a permanent part of my being once ingested. There’s little need to return to it. That’s why I’m always on the prowl for fresh sounds. I’d rather hear something for the first time than return to something I know backwards and forwards. The new compilation funk.BR- São Paulo hit me like an industrial-sized bag of bubblegum. Having heard nothing of the malevolent subgenre that combines Brazilian rhythms with crunk, nu metal and hyperpop, I’m gobsmacked. It will take weeks to digest these innovative flavors.