It's been a long time since I've actually stood jaw-open at a track, but this one did it for sure. It's tempting to describe it as a car-crash collage of styles (which implies that it's a bad thing - which it most definitely is not). What is is, is a quite astonishing collage that (to my mind) draws the links between styles across thousands of years and thousands of miles.
It's the sound of Berber Africa looked at through a French lens, and (most compelling of all), is driven by the most African of all modern musics, pure Chicago house. The verses are the thing - that spinning loopy 1-bar feel, and the stomp of the kick and the claps together, the echoes of ancient Africa as only Chicago made them sound, with that North African vocal floating and imploring over the top as the beat grinds away.
Thank you Iness Mezel, thank you Gerry Godley. Cracking!
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