Africa never stands still

Africa Never Stands still 

 Get yourself a copy of this album. This compilation is way better than the entire collection of Putumayo's African music editions. My favourite joint is featured on Disk 2 of this album; the song is called Ngoma Ngairire by Robson Banda & the New Black Eagles out of Zimbabwe. This is a super gem laden with infectious guitar licks, upbeat bass harmonies and very catchy vocals which I immediately fell in heart with; regardless of my non-existent Shona.  Another stellar song is from the Zimbabwean legend Oliver Mtukudzi dubbed Ndiri Bofu. More on this, payspoogy is still plug-in. A comprehensive review will follow. payspoogy.

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