Mukunguni

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Matatizo 00:00 Tools
Dena 00:00 Tools
Ndema 00:00 Tools
Mambodze 00:00 Tools
Mwanzele 00:00 Tools
Pepo Mlume 00:00 Tools
Mafunzo 00:00 Tools
Chela 00:00 Tools
Kiringongo 00:00 Tools
Bamba 00:00 Tools
Ngoma Wira 00:00 Tools
Gaserego 00:00 Tools
Puredi 00:00 Tools
Bungo 00:00 Tools
Bung’o 00:00 Tools
Mwanzele - Kaleema Remix 00:00 Tools
Bung'o 00:00 Tools
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Field recordings of the Mijikenda tribes, made in different spots in and around Mukunguni village, coastal Kenya, throughout September 2011: mostly healing music (especially for mental problems), but also love-songs, and spiritual contributions to weddings and burials; mostly in the Sengenya style which evolved in the early twentieth century, adding pace, new Tsikitsi rhythms and extra drums to the traditional Dumbwi forms of the Duruma tribe. Besides the Sengenya drums — bumbumbu, dahdahe, chapuro, vumi, ngoma — there are lungo and dena (metal rings), kayamba (raft rattle), njunga (bells), ukaya (metal tray), bamba (metal guiro) and bottle-tops. Our album opener is solo dena, played to sound like a bat and heal the village sick, with the ear for frequency and timbre of a stringent minimalist. There are the piercing, reeded nzumari oboe and bung'o horn, sounding like fierce free-jazz improvisation; and two gently stunning marimba solos, with complex, overlaid melodies and rhythms, played in polyphonic accents, almost like talking drums. Most of the recordings here are songs, with strong tunes, robustly delivered, different solo voices leading the group — to heal; to chase away Pepo Mlume, the devil who poisons the imagination; to get you on your feet, dancing; to celebrate dowry payments and weddings; to bring the Mijikenda cultural inheritance to life. Matatizo — 'Worries' — was recorded spontaneously at a bus-stop, waiting for a ride: it's a Swahili love-song, with a plaintive female vocal performed to the accompaniment of five or so people clapping and rubbing their palms together. 'The lord conferred this love on us, my sister. Is it human, or from the angels? Does it emanate from binoculars... or computers? I can't figure it out, but my heart aches so badly.' Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.