A childhood spent rebounding around London, Coventry, Nigeria and Dominica has certainly provided Ghostpoet (real name Obaro Ejimiwe) with a diverse pallet from which to draw.
[audio:xxx-xxx.mp3]His vocal style – so comfortable in its own skin – has already made fans out of the likes of Mike Skinner, and the approach on his debut album is pitched somewhere between Roots Manuva’s melodic talk-rap and Skinner’s own languid chatter.
The delivery of his drawl may be lethargic in manner, but Ejimiwe’s lyrical observations are razor sharp, aided by his own intelligent and engaging production. Beats that sound like they’ve been fished from deep moonlit swamps shiver and pulse beneath Ejimiwe’s tales of regret and fear of wasted life, his Ghostpoet moniker consistent with the spectral semiotics of the album as a package: imagery, sound and text in perfect balance.
Ghostpoet | Cash and carry me
There are Bristolian flavours present throughout in his music, and the Roots Manuva comparisons are – at points – inescapable, but the emergence of an artist in the same vein is always going to be good news, especially if it comes in the form of someone as exciting and thought-provoking as this one.
Monday, 28 November 2011 | 20:00 CET
Festsaal Kreuzberg | Skalitzerstr. 130 | 10999 Berlin/Kreuzberg