An African sings from the grave, the Great Red Island sings through time
Rachid Taha – Je Suis Africaine (naïve, 2019)
Rachid Taha only made great records and then he died. Six days before his 60th birthday, a heart attack silenced a great humanist and spirited musician whose Rai rock spanned genre formalities — informing The Clash, inspiring Damon Albarn and finding a kindred spirit in Robert Plant. An Algerian raised in France, Taha’s desert folk sensibilities are subsumed with Euro-rock flourishes, enhancing the lilt and romance of music forged in the sands of North Africa. This record was in the can when Taha died in his sleep, meaning this is neither a late-career victory lap nor a grave-robbing release from the vaults. Instead, it’s a fitting capstone to a career for the ages. This accidental farewell is largely a love letter to his African home and the entire diaspora. The title track (French for “I am African”) would be a powerful statement by itself, but takes on greater celebratory heft when it becomes a roll call for accomplished Black people the world over, from Jimi Hendrix to Angela Davis to Frantz Fanon. Elsewhere, “Aita” mourns migrants drowned in the Mediterranean, and the opening “Ansit” swings with hope for the future even as Taha remembers the depravity of colonialism. Such sorrow is what makes the romantic “Minouche” all the more inviting and necessary, and his first song in English (“Like a Dervish”) further affirmation of his love for all mankind. Perhaps most touching is the finale, in which he simply sings “I love you” in various languages. The title? “Happy End.” GRADE: A
Various Artists – Alefa Madagascar! (Strut, 2019)
The subtitle to this comp promises “Salegy, Soukous and Soul.” Salegy being the native dance music that traces its roots to the 15th century, Soukous originating from the Congo and a reminder of the heavy Afro influences still present on the island. These 18 songs are gathered from 1974 to1984, a decade marred by economic ruin instituted by a military president who would later flee into exile after a massive embezzlement conviction. The only expressly political number by my count is the righteous “Izhay Mpamita” (“We are the Master”), in which a group of students and farmers turned protesters exhibit folk rock with an unbeatable pulse. Given how destitute much of the country was, that many of these songs are marked by a resilient spirit is a testament to the working poor. And that’s the through line of this music. The Salegy rhythms, a distinct triple time played at a boiling tempo, do the heavy lifting. Imagine western funk played double time. Every other instrument (including a heavy dosage of keys) is subservient to the groove, adding a sinuous, can-do texture to songs that sound almost primitive compared to their western contemporaries. To whet your ears, start with Papa James’ joyful “Ngôma Hoe,” then skip to the all-woman Feon’ala’s “Farahy” and bask in their effervescent harmonies. Now, play from the beginning and allow every track to work through you. I still can’t get enough. You won’t, either. GRADE: A