This was a pleasant surprise. I was expecting macho posturing and profanities. Never judge an album by its cover, etc. This is a very thoughtful album. There’s shades of Loyle Carner, plus also The Good, The Bad and The Queen. Mustafa has a self-awareness throughout, along with a relevance to modern living. I like this.
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Well this is an angry group of young men. It makes a change from the recent pop crap served up over recent days. It also makes a bloody racket. Strong punk Yoko vibes. I can’t work out if this is a musical masterpiece, or total shit. Not exactly bedroom music to drift off to.
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An album recorded by Committee, Chaired by pop bots.
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AI could churn this out with an 80’s fused with Latino prompt. SO 1980’s, and not in a good way. It could be the soundtrack to any of those trashy coming of age movies. I felt that I should be wearing leg warmers whilst listening. Bailed after three tracks.
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I’ve not really got an opinion on this album. It started, it ended. I didn’t bail. I struggled to think of anything meaningful to write. It didn’t annoy me, it didn’t inspire me to try and pick up a cheapo copy online. If I heard it again then I wouldn’t mind. But I’ve got more exciting music to explore.
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This is completely new on me. I rather liked it. Inoffensive, sweet, soulful. Disco folk? Possibly. It’s music for middle aged arses like me, who still want to dance, but don’t want a bloody racket messing up my morning.
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I thought the band name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. A little online digging and oh - it’s them, that lot from Leicester. I was on the fringes of this scene when I rocked up in the City of Death late ‘93. I must have seen Prolapse at The Charlotte, and probably heard some of the singles. But they didn’t leave a mark on me, thirty odd years later. I have no memory of this music. The Italian Flag was unfamiliar. It filled a gap on a working morning. But I have no interest in returning to this scene, let alone the City of Death.
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There’s a fresh energy to this album, mixed in with an innocence and a sense of fragility. Bollocks. That sounds wanky. How a bloody good mix of electronic music that actually has a soul to it? I could imagine myself dancing to this naked at an end of the Century rave on an iceberg. Now there’s an image. Lovely music.
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Indie schmindie miserablists.
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This was a decent find - Alphonsus Idigo and Search. It’s slice of Nigerian reggae pop from 1987. It’s not going to change the world, but it most welcome and uplifting during these current times. I often felt like I needed cheering up back in 1987, but nowhere with the same sense of impending world doom and dread that I experience whenever I turn on the news these days. Forty odd years ago and it was on / off relationships that had me in search of music to make me smile. I don’t now anything about Alphonsus Idigo; I don’t feel I need to. It’s a happy go lucky short burst of reggae pop. It has me foot shuffling and giving me a bit of boost when times are flagging.
