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Rating: Here he is here on the cover, the Gentleman. A well-dressed ape, nothing less than a pure provocation launched by Fela Kuti against the contradictions of his own people, becoming more and more evident around him: a satirical and parodic point of view towards the subjugation of his own culture. Here he is here the griot, author of so many episodes that can comfortably represent the epitome of a vast expanse of black music.
In Africa it's hot, but they dress like Europeans, and inside their shirts, their jackets, their ties, their socks, they sweat, they sweat like crazy, and they stink, they stink like shit. I am not a gentleman of this type, I am a true African.
'sti caz!
1973: a saxophone solo begins the ritual and then unwinds and twists the entire record into three long tracks that can be imagined as a huge speeding train of funk, jazz, reggae and soul that continuously twists in immense and unstoppable jams. Naturally, the watchword is afrobeat, of which Fela Kuti is the inventor. Living music; music that nourishes; music where the boundary between action and thought is not thin but nonexistent.
The impact and body of these galactic grooves remain undoubtedly unsurpassable even for much more well-known realities, and have nothing to envy to other massive episodes of the same semantic field. But discussing the compositions in a strict sense cannot absolutely embrace the whole truth and essence of this artistic-social expression. Mystical commemorations and collective ecstasies, a sense of rebellion and expressive determination: these works are a reference, and the album in question remains a serious masterpiece of the period.
Fela Kuti was a servant of a defined and respectable thought, a revolutionary on various levels and the guru of afrobeat: the discussed yoruba certainly deserves a place of honor in the ears of many. There would be too much to say, too much to cite. Listening is much faster, especially when the music speaks.
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