
Artist: Babatunde Olatunji
Album: Drums Of Passion
Release: 1959
Label: Columbia
Tracklist:
1. Akiwowo (Chant To The Trainman)
2. Oya (Primitive Fire)
3. Odun De! Odun De! (Happy New Year)
4. Jin-Go-Lo-Ba (Drums Of Passion)
5. Kiyakiya (Why Do You Run Away?)
6. Baba Jinde (Flirtation Dance)
7. Oyin Momo Ado (Sweet As Honeybee)
8. Shango (Chant To The God Of Thunder)
When I was an awkward 10th grader (as opposed to my current stage of awkward man-child), I, like most of my peers, underwent an identity crisis. I started noticing issues of race and ethnicity more and more and, being of mixed descent, my puberty-induced confusion was only exacerbated. In a severely misguided attempt to get in touch with my "African" roots, I not only grew out my hair (white + arab + black = MC5 afro), but I began exploring (ambiguously) African music. Well, it wasn't the music itself that was ambiguous, but my way of viewing it.
Anyway, as you can probably tell, I'm kinda (read: extremely) embarrassed of my 10th grade self, but at least I discovered a lot of good music. The album that I am most fond of from this period of teenage discovery is not a Fela Kuti album, but instead Nigeria's favorite Yoruba drummer, Babatunde Olatunji.
His first release, Drums Of Passion, is somewhat made for Western Audiences, but this was during an infantile stage of marketting in the 1950s when American labels didn't actually know what international music would sell. As a result, the album is some fine drum-heavy music (duh) without any goofy elements of World fusion. While I refuse to use the word "authentic" in any context, sociological or otherwise, this appears to be somewhat, legit-ass music. Obviously, this isn't an exhaustive document of the Yoruba people (not every singer is Nigerian or even African), but hey, it's still better than Papa Wemba.
All this context aside, the music is absolutely phenomenal. It's mostly just drums with call and response group vocals, but it's all done with such virtuousity. The vocals occasionally have a somewhat American vibe to them, but the percussion is nothing short of perfect. While nostalgia plays a big part in why I love this album, it's also definitely because of how great it is. Please check this out!
Download Here
-Adam
P.S. That's the best digital picture I could find. Not the best representation of my 'fro (it was much larger), but it will do.
Release: 1959
Label: Columbia
Tracklist:
1. Akiwowo (Chant To The Trainman)
2. Oya (Primitive Fire)
3. Odun De! Odun De! (Happy New Year)
4. Jin-Go-Lo-Ba (Drums Of Passion)
5. Kiyakiya (Why Do You Run Away?)
6. Baba Jinde (Flirtation Dance)
7. Oyin Momo Ado (Sweet As Honeybee)
8. Shango (Chant To The God Of Thunder)
When I was an awkward 10th grader (as opposed to my current stage of awkward man-child), I, like most of my peers, underwent an identity crisis. I started noticing issues of race and ethnicity more and more and, being of mixed descent, my puberty-induced confusion was only exacerbated. In a severely misguided attempt to get in touch with my "African" roots, I not only grew out my hair (white + arab + black = MC5 afro), but I began exploring (ambiguously) African music. Well, it wasn't the music itself that was ambiguous, but my way of viewing it.
Anyway, as you can probably tell, I'm kinda (read: extremely) embarrassed of my 10th grade self, but at least I discovered a lot of good music. The album that I am most fond of from this period of teenage discovery is not a Fela Kuti album, but instead Nigeria's favorite Yoruba drummer, Babatunde Olatunji.
His first release, Drums Of Passion, is somewhat made for Western Audiences, but this was during an infantile stage of marketting in the 1950s when American labels didn't actually know what international music would sell. As a result, the album is some fine drum-heavy music (duh) without any goofy elements of World fusion. While I refuse to use the word "authentic" in any context, sociological or otherwise, this appears to be somewhat, legit-ass music. Obviously, this isn't an exhaustive document of the Yoruba people (not every singer is Nigerian or even African), but hey, it's still better than Papa Wemba.
All this context aside, the music is absolutely phenomenal. It's mostly just drums with call and response group vocals, but it's all done with such virtuousity. The vocals occasionally have a somewhat American vibe to them, but the percussion is nothing short of perfect. While nostalgia plays a big part in why I love this album, it's also definitely because of how great it is. Please check this out!
Download Here
-Adam
P.S. That's the best digital picture I could find. Not the best representation of my 'fro (it was much larger), but it will do.

















