I really liked Kokoroko’s first album (second is out soon) for the way that it brought high stepping Nigerian funk into something approaching the mainstream. It was loud, fun, even overwhelming, and the group’s very existence told the story of how people from Africa and their descendants had, by various routes brought their music to the UK. If that makes it sound dry there have been few academic achievements that have had a greater impact on your feet than your mind.
We
drop down through the gears for a bluesy ballad led by a rich trumpet sound and
more of that finely detailed guitar before the brass rings out and all the
voices combine beautifully; the bass player, Duane Atherley has the look of a
man who knows that he’s the one holding all of this together. The soulful Special Kind of Love suffers badly from
a long dose of feedback. When that drops away we are left with a delicate filigree
of guitar lines echoing into a near silence of minimal backing. Shine A Light(?), a bit of Lovers’ Rock,
is led by bass and drums and the bass bubbles and rides the vocal line,
embellishing and embroidering it.
Sheila
Maurice-Grey takes up the flugelhorn for My
Father’s Prayer (?) and plays in perfect harmony with the vocal line; the 1980s' synths fit better here. The piece allows for some freedom and abstraction
with the bass holding it all together again. Never Lost is a big high life sound with a solid bass groove out of
which Maurice-Grey’s trumpet takes flight.
The
band followed this with a couple of songs that owed more to 70s and 80s' soul
and funk, one even had a bit of a Jam & Lewis production feel to it. Being
a bit of a snob about such things, I started to feel that they had lost their
edge. Ironically, what they were playing was really good; it just wasn’t what I
expected. Sometimes I forget that it’s not my music but theirs.
The
Afrobeat kicked back in for Speak to Make
My Heart Beat, a mighty piece of high life shuffling funk with solid,
full-screen drumming. Another ballad and the Something’s Going On was the encore. It was more of that shuffling
70s' funk, like the backing for a piece of militant Gil Scott-Heron soul.
So, I wanted my version of Kokoroko, not theirs and got a bit of a snit on when I didn’t get it. Those with ears to hear would have enjoyed it. Dave Sayer
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