Delgrès
Mo Jodi
If today's music sounds too tame for your tastes, first cut
back on the coffee and then queue Delgrès. This is a seriously badass trio led
by vocalist Pascal Danaë, who is into
serious Creolization. He unearths his multi-tendrilled roots, those
reaching to Mali, Guadeloupe, France, and Mississippi; arms himself with
electric dobro with a built-in resonator he plays slide guitar style; and
unleashes a voice that booms through anything in the background. That's a
serious "anything," by the way. His trio is completed by a Sousaphone
player named Rafgee, who toots wet fart notes at any pretense of pretty music;
and drummer Baptiste Bondy, who pounds the skins like the world will end in
half an hour. The title track feels simultaneously edgy, sexy, and dangerous.
"Can't Let You Go" is bluesy and robust; "Respecte nou"
would kick the roof off a Zydeco roundhouse; and his "Mr. President,"
is a universal challenge to leaders to live up to their promises to end
struggle. By the time we get to "Pardone mwen," its very quietness
surprises. Delgrès doesn't spend a lot of time on the soft end of the musical
blanket; it prefers the lumps.
This album is testimony to what great World Music can do:
remind us that the tendrils that veer off in different directions are all
connected to the same taproot. Danaë lives in Paris and Amsterdam, but has
become a world citizen. His band is named for an early 19th century
Guadeloupian hero who died in an 1802 battle against French Napoleonic armies
seeking to restore slavery to the island. This is music that at once gives
hope, but lashes out against dark forces. It's one of the coolest and baddest
albums I've heard in some time.
Rob Weir
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