Posts Tagged ‘music’
One of my bugbears is the term ‘world music’. This all-encompassing genre, into which all music not in English and made in the global south, falls.
It’s a meaningless throwaway term that ignores that all music is inspired by other music. Cameroonian jazz saxophonist, Manu Dibango, has been sampled by everyone from Michael Jackson to Will Smith. Indie rockers, Vampire Weekend, borrow liberally from the electronic guitar riffs of Congolese music and on and on.
So I love this newly discovered South African act, The Brother Moves On, for being musical shape-shifters. Part musician, part shaman, their influences are diverse: rooted in South African music, yet spanning, Latin, electronic, dance, folk and even spoken word. In this TEDx Soweto video, it’s hard to tell at times whether singer, Mr Gold, is performing or actually evoking spirits.
When only five of 15 musicians can play a gig because the others have had their visas declined for a festival that bills itself as helping you “discover the world and cross borders through music,” there’s a sad irony to it all. But one man’s border control is another man’s laissez passer.
On Tuesday 7 June, Ghanaian musician Wanlov the Kubolor took to the stage at the Rich Mix. Once the third act in a three band show, now headlining. The other bands – Kenya’s Winyo and Belo from Haiti, we’re told, are stuck in Italy, unable to gain access to the UK.
So it’s left to the self-professed ‘African Gypsy’ to entertain the crowd – and did he ever. Read the rest of this entry »
Friday 29 April, MOBO-nominated rapper, M3NSA headlines the Afrocentric Rebel night ‘The Shrine’ at Rich Mix.
Playing to an intimate crowd (already buzzing after having watched the pidgin language musical Coz ov Moni, featuring M3nsa himself and his FOKN Bois collaborator and friend Wanlov) the Ghanaian musician and his band The Light Offs, showcase tracks from his latest studio album, No.1 Mango Street. Read the rest of this entry »
Resentment at the passing of a weekend too short-lived or exhaustion after one too well-spent make Monday night gigs a bit of a chore to attend. The sofa or one’s bed are, usually, a more tempting place to spend the evening.
As I arrive at a trendy east London venue on Monday 18 April to see London-based Cameroonian musician, Muntu Valdo, at the launch of his second album, the maxim seems to hold: there are only a handful of people puffing outside and a few more inside, drinking rather solemnly, in the way cool people do. But venturing past that lot and through a curtain, the mood is very different. Read the rest of this entry »