MOVING THROUGH SUN

                                                                                            

    Reviewing the EP “Youth In Africa  Vol:  1.” (Youth Sounds, May 2020)

With a glisten of synth and a furious skitter of beats, this EP entrances right  from the opening chords of the first track, Jump.  Youth in Africa Vol. 1 features a range of artists that Martin “Youth” Glover worked with for a series of releases in Uganda and Kenya in 2019. It is a vital piece of street dancefloor revivalism at a time of social and cultural stasis.

The opening track is a collaboration with the esteemed Congolese  francophone vocalists, R’Afrika, who are known throughout Kampala and Goma  as representing the high end of what’s possible in the Hip Hop and dance scene.  It  captures the past, present and future location for Hip Hop, and Afro-House, and is eagerly neighboured by the sweetest Acid house on the street.  Its scattered rhythms ensnare you and force you straight to the beat. Move from ‘gauche’, to ‘la droit’ and you will find the true direction of music as it bridges all frontiers and engenders its own form of heat.  Classic dancefloor drums howl as the vocals implores you. The relish in rap takes you over as this spiral in sound takes command. The piece moves at pace, and has true adrenalin in it. Which courses through as sensation seems to spark and bleed through each beat. Its a furious sound but one full of rapture, and the accompanying video displays power and the presence of R’Afrika themed repeats. At a time of rapid change we need such urgency. A song swirl to save you and to steal  you away from the real.

Second track, Mukikunta  by Faizal Mostrixx ft. Giovanni Kiyingi, has a more traditional feel. What sound like wooden bowls seem to raga as fluted phrases and silence interrupt sound’s ascent. With evocations of place and a series of new and ancient times freshly united, the specific landscape of tradition meets the contemporary gaze with striking affect and real strength. From bowls to stones, and stones to sticks, to lines of vocal droning, there is an offering in this music that presses the heart and the soul on the rise. Treated flute, synth sparked lines and furious violin fuel the flurry as this second urgency speeds us ever onwards and casts its spell on the ear. We, still in place, move and rise in time to the music. There is a sense of adventure as if this were the soundtrack to some re-imagined and faintly Congolese James Bond theme. It has power and grace and represents the sheer range through the nation, as these African sonic soulscapes  colour celebratory nights and sun dreams.          

Teenage Blood (Maasai Mbili Mix) then bursts through with the visceral force of its title. It breaks the spiritual air with a fire that brings those who listen right to where the front line achieves force. The words twist and blind as the stated synth swirls before the starred beauty of Amber Glover’s strident female voice urges you ‘To come and get some, come and get some Teenage Blood…’ Swahili  voices fuse in an almost sacred tongue twisting as a sound from New York, Europe and London breaks through like sun through stark rooms. Everything moves at such speed, and this is the kind of house that is crowded, not with too many people, but rather a party who those taken by it will not want to leave. This is Youth’s eternal chorus, a choir of sorts, celebrating the Gods of the earth, street and floor.  This is also opposition as tune, beckoning all with a gem dazzled finger which brings you in and transforms you as street fed sparkles of pleasure finally stoke the sublime.

The EP’s final  track, Monrhea’s  96AD is all darkness. Its relentless beat and sound  clatter are a Lynchian ride through the night. With a semblance of Massive Attack meets Einsturzende Neubauten, this song is a painting whose pigments run and drip night. It is the soundscape in the club at 4 o’ clock in the morning, when the drugs have hit and the sunrise has a challenge to face that scars skin. It is an accessible track but nevertheless a contained one. A tiny black box that pulses, a negative signal flare, or dense beacon, bidding admittance and appraising you instantly. Will you dare to jump? Here is an EP sent to spur you. Across the great divide and the journey there will be moments in which music itself pumps the heart.    

 

                                                                                           David Erdos May 3rd  2020

 

 
 
 
 
 
 

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