Jun 21, 2010

Exuma. Exuma.


I’m an obsessive music collector, driven by the fear that somewhere out there my favorite band exists, and I haven’t heard them yet. Exuma may be that band. I stumbled across them on some random internet music blog and was absolutely floored by their power. It was like hearing your earliest, great musical discovery again for the first time.

Now, this is unquestionably a weird album. It could be the soundtrack to some grainy, underexposed “documentary” of dubious voodoo rituals that nobody quite understands. And yet it doesn’t sound at all unfamiliar. It’s a sing-along, dance-along album of strange and beautiful afro-calypso-soul-folk-voodoo-blues that will chill you to the bone and light a bonfire in your soul. It sounds like Ritchie Havens singing Paul Simon songs arranged by Dr. John over the underworld’s PA system. Oh, and they’re all zombies, and every spirit of the in-between is there to sing and chant and mourn and praise and keen right along side you in a fever dream of exhilaration and joy.

It’ll get under you r skin and stay there.


Exuma

4 Blurts:

Anonymous said...

thank you man,i'lltry it,greetings from patagonia

Anonymous said...

Thank you for making me discover this music ! I was almost weeping tears of joy while listening to the song "dambala"...

Egnu Cledge said...

I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I couldn't ask for anything better!

Anonymous said...

Merci pour ce bon moment d' ecoute etrange. Un petit coté GODZ qui rencontre Dr JOHN qui n' est pas pour me deplaire.

Blurt!