
In Afrobeat, lyrics don't appear until the aural ground is good and laid. Yoruba and Pigdin riffs and chants are cushioned by jazz and highlife horns, melodic big band keys, rock guitar melodies, funk bass, and polyrhythmic African percussion. When words do come, somewhere around the 10 minute mark of any given tune, Seun is the perfect master of ceremonies.
The caustic critiques, the jokes, the crotch grabbing-- all are delivered with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Pure Afrobeat, No Bullsh*t", the band t-shirts read, but I can help but think we're only scratching the surface with this man.
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