Wrapped in aromatic minimalist sounds, suffused with palate-enhancing jazzy beats and carried on a platter of ground-breaking electronic melodies, Ibeyi, Cuban twin sisters Lisa Kaindé Díaz and Naomi Díaz’s debut album, is a musical feast.
It is only fair to talk about Ibeyi in culinary terms since it is such a succulent offering. At the centre of it, as usual, is the Killer Opening Song, Oyá. This track is a perfect introduction to the risk-taking approach to music the twins show throughout the entire record.
First of all, they dare to pare down a song dedicated to the most impetuous and violent of the orishas to the basics. For those of you who are not in the know, K.O.S is happy to inform you that Oya’s chants and dances are characterised by a non-stopping, high tempo and frantic rhythm. Oyá is the orisha who challenges the ever-philandering Changó (only to fall for his charms after). She is said to “own” the wind, storms, hurricanes and shooting stars. In this Killer Opening Song all that energy is kept to a minimum. Using this baseline as a starting point the twins then proceed to add layers and layers of vocal power. That such a short piece is so full of magical moments is a testament to the good production and musical arrangement, not only on Oyá, but also in the rest of the album.
K.O.S mentioned magic and two examples jump out: the batá drums break, more than a couple of minutes into the song, and the video. Starting with the latter and going back to Lisa and Naomi’s daring approach, it was a brave move to shoot the video in black and white. If something characterises Oyá is colour. Google up any performance to this orisha and you will see women in multi-coloured dresses. But by resorting to monochromatic tones the twins (Ibeyi translates as "twins" from Yoruba) highlight the other trait Oyá posseses: she “owns” the cemetery and is said to live at its gate. Hence the ghost-like, spectral feel of song and clip and the translucent images of both sisters (their lips do not even move, thus, rendering their appearance poltergeist-like). The break from vocals to batá drums is a masterstroke. It is not just the change in rhythm but also in language. Up until then the lyrics were in English, now it is the time for Yoruba, that ancient lexicon brought to Cuba by hundreds of thousands of slaves.
As a Killer Opening Song, Oyá is the key that unlocks a trove of musical treasures, each unique in their own way. Oshún-themed River has a gospel feel, Mama Says’ early lyricism contrasts beautifully with the Elegguá-inspired ending and Ghosts is full of the same eerie, other-worldly energy that permeates the album, this time with an exquisite tribute to the Giant of Ocha, Agayú.
For those who like their music the same way they like their food, made with love, Ibeyi is the perfect record. Especially for those long summer nights ahead. And once again, it is all down to the magic of the Killer Opening Son.
© 2015
Next Post: “Saturday Evenings: Stay In, Sit Up and Switch On”, to be published on Saturday 16th May at 6pm (GMT)
"The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." (Maya Angelou)
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
Saturday, 9 May 2015
Saturday Evenings: Stay In, Sit Up and Switch On
On a recent spring
morning during the Easter break, I was doing the washing up at home when I saw
a girl, a female adolescent, crossing the road opposite our house. She did not
look either way before venturing forth. Two seconds after she reached the other
end a car sped around the same corner she had just left behind.
My first thought on being witness to such distressing scene was one of anger. Anger at the driver and his (it was a man) carelessness. After all, our road has a 20mph limit. I also felt anger at the girl and her lack of alertness. How many times do we tell our children to stop, look and listen before they cross the road? My second – and much calmer – reaction was one of reflection.
We would normally think of fortune, good luck, when being confronted with a situation like the one I described before. But this near-miss also made me ponder over the nature of humans. Most of us live pretty well-organised lives, dictated by a certain rhythm and pattern like an orchestra rehearsing for a big concert in which we are both musicians and conductor.
Yet, when we forget to look either side before crossing the road, are we not defying the perfection we are (un) consciously trying to create? Are we not entering the realm of “If…”?
I do not wish to romanticise the almost-death of a teenager. I am attempting to explain what I sometimes think of as a small “subversion of our daily routine”. In choosing not to look – for that was a decision on her part, even if unconscious – either side of the street as she was crossing it, the girl broke the mould into which she had positioned herself or into which she had been placed by her family. If we see the quotidian as the natural order of life, how do we describe and define our “If…” moments? I dare to improvise an answer: the length of one’s routine life acts as the long-term goal we set ourselves at some point in our young adulthood. The “If…” situations are the shortcuts we take to achieve the same goal.
Where is this post going? Nowhere and everywhere. Nowhere, because it has stayed in that London street a few weeks back, during Easter. Everywhere, because through this post I am fashioning answers that take me away from my comfort zone. In thinking up this “If…” scenario for the girl, I have to face up to the brutality of the shortest route to the goal I mentioned before. If the car had turned the corner two seconds before it did, the girl would have been run over. End of the story? No, there would have been tears, accusations, recriminations and guilt. However, there would not have been any analysis on the “tyranny of the quotidian”. Funny title, that. I know of at least one author who would probably use a title like in one of his books.
We do not need to die or put our lives in danger in order to confront the routine of life, the regimented style some of us follow. Sometimes it is enough to cycle to work taking a different route, get stuck in the doors of a train in motion or find yourself on the yellow line, in the middle of a busy road with rain pouring down and 60mph wind gusts pushing you around from all sides. A clear example of the theory of “If…”. As in, “If I had put my waterproof on…”
© 2015
Next Post: “Killer Opening Songs”, to be published on Wednesday 13th May at 6pm (GMT)
My first thought on being witness to such distressing scene was one of anger. Anger at the driver and his (it was a man) carelessness. After all, our road has a 20mph limit. I also felt anger at the girl and her lack of alertness. How many times do we tell our children to stop, look and listen before they cross the road? My second – and much calmer – reaction was one of reflection.
We would normally think of fortune, good luck, when being confronted with a situation like the one I described before. But this near-miss also made me ponder over the nature of humans. Most of us live pretty well-organised lives, dictated by a certain rhythm and pattern like an orchestra rehearsing for a big concert in which we are both musicians and conductor.
Yet, when we forget to look either side before crossing the road, are we not defying the perfection we are (un) consciously trying to create? Are we not entering the realm of “If…”?
I do not wish to romanticise the almost-death of a teenager. I am attempting to explain what I sometimes think of as a small “subversion of our daily routine”. In choosing not to look – for that was a decision on her part, even if unconscious – either side of the street as she was crossing it, the girl broke the mould into which she had positioned herself or into which she had been placed by her family. If we see the quotidian as the natural order of life, how do we describe and define our “If…” moments? I dare to improvise an answer: the length of one’s routine life acts as the long-term goal we set ourselves at some point in our young adulthood. The “If…” situations are the shortcuts we take to achieve the same goal.
Where is this post going? Nowhere and everywhere. Nowhere, because it has stayed in that London street a few weeks back, during Easter. Everywhere, because through this post I am fashioning answers that take me away from my comfort zone. In thinking up this “If…” scenario for the girl, I have to face up to the brutality of the shortest route to the goal I mentioned before. If the car had turned the corner two seconds before it did, the girl would have been run over. End of the story? No, there would have been tears, accusations, recriminations and guilt. However, there would not have been any analysis on the “tyranny of the quotidian”. Funny title, that. I know of at least one author who would probably use a title like in one of his books.
We do not need to die or put our lives in danger in order to confront the routine of life, the regimented style some of us follow. Sometimes it is enough to cycle to work taking a different route, get stuck in the doors of a train in motion or find yourself on the yellow line, in the middle of a busy road with rain pouring down and 60mph wind gusts pushing you around from all sides. A clear example of the theory of “If…”. As in, “If I had put my waterproof on…”
© 2015
Next Post: “Killer Opening Songs”, to be published on Wednesday 13th May at 6pm (GMT)
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