Sunday, January 31, 2010
This comes from the aforementioned stash of Moroccan tapes I recently received. Purposeful, driving and (at times) stark. For lovers of all things violin, vocals and verve.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
A.B. Crentsil and the Osookoo Stars
Ye Wo Adea Oye
Nawa To Be Husband
Only Your Voice, Julianna
Hard-to-find tape recording of an LP by one of the most prolific and influential of the great Ghanaian highlife personages.
My friend Aaron who hooked up this tape pointed out an interesting article from Ghana's Showbiz entertainment rag that talks about Crentsil's collabo with billion-time Ghana Music Award-winning hiplife star Obour.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Aby Ngana Diop—Liital
Yaye Penda Mbaye
In lieu of that new cassette deck I am posting something special, which was sent to me by a loyal reader. His laid back assurance that "it's a good tape" might be the understatement of the moment.
The first song conjures drum n' bass circa 1993 lurking in the shadows of the most brutal Senegalese sabar drums Dakar has to offer. And the rest of the tape just gets more astounding. Don't even get me started on Face B. All highly frenetic and joyous and brilliant.
This is the kind of tape for which I reserve a certain level of enthusiasm, one that is so good and left-field that I don't know whether to shout from the rooftops or bury the thing in my backyard.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
New Cassette Deck Is On The Way
In the meantime: I am packing up my tapes and heading to Europe this summer to play some music. Like me to join you somewhere? Contact me via the profile link in the upper-left.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Mahmoud Abdelaziz—Ya Madhacha
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Empire Bakuba et Pepe Kalle—Atinze Mwana Popi
Atinze Mwana Popi
Nadi Consoler Ngai
It's New York City, 2010 and I'm feeling it so far. Could be more or less exciting than New York City, 1989, when a dancing midget accompanied this band onstage, but the music is definitely still here in some form.
I wonder what was happening in Kinshasa, Zaire in 1989. I mean, apart from blissfully fearless future-facing dance hits like those of Pepe Kalle and his colleagues.