His father, Luis, discovered the tracks and, deciding that they should be heard, sent an album's worth of material to a small Brazilian label.

[2] Thom Jurek of AllMusic writes, "This may be the only recording we ever get to hear from Yonlu, but as such, it is a treasure trove of complexity, mystery, and redemptive art.

"[1] Will Hodgkinson of The Guardian concludes his review with, "Sophisticated and suffused with a precocious wisdom, Yonlu's sole album is filled not with teenage angst but reflection: even the prophetic Suicide has an air of tender resignation to it.

"[2] Derek Emery of Treblezine wrote, "Even through his songs Vinicius Marques was unable to overcome the pain that he felt defined his existence, although he certainly recognized and admired the expressive power of music.

"[5] Mark Hudson of The Telegraph writes, "If nothing among these posthumous fragments quite coheres into a great song, there are enough delightful moments to suggest the loss of a major talent.