Two words come to mind rather easily when I think about Buenos Aires. Colour and Passion. The colour was something I anticipated, but the passion of Argentines truly extends to everything. Passion about futbal. Passion about politics. Passion about making love; and therefore, passionately locking lips in the street. Passion about dismissing those without passion.
The meandering point is this; sometimes a musical group and their sound accompany a time and place. Bonvivant are a four piece; Martin, Pato, Fran, and Pedro are four wonderful, enthusiastic, and joyous people. The joy they carry in lives, really comes out to play in their music; their sound playfully squeezing it's way through the microphones and into your wanting ears.
I don't understand a single song, but I love them anyways.