Gig review: Hugh Masakela, Glasgow Old Fruitmarket
The thick-set, bald-headed, black-clad Masekela’s set was also well-composed. It was a real ensemble performance, his five-piece backing band providing some sterling musicianship, from the bouncing, shuffling percussion and liquid basslines of the Afrobeat style to 22-year-old guitarist Cameron Ward’s on-edge, wah-wah infused car chase funk guitars.
“The police are still after him,” joked Masekela, attempting to give the young Stevie Wonder lookalike a bit of rebel cred.
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Hide AdPerhaps the stand-out track of the night was a version of Afrobeat icon Fela Kuti’s Lady, a loving if somewhat intimidated paean to the African woman which cut off into one glorious instrumental diversion after another.
Still the genteel, cabaret-seated audience remained in their seats until commanded to dance to the breezy summertime rhythms of recent song Mokoti, finally loosened up by Masekela’s richly passionate music and winning conversation. “Before 1961 the indigenous people of Africa weren’t allowed to partake of alcoholic beverages,” he pointed out, “and so we became very good at drinking.”
He was born in his own grandmother’s shebeen, in fact, and as the carnivalesque cowbell and drum clatter of the encore stepped things up again after almost two hours, his claims to partying as hard as any Scot seemed not unfounded.
Rating: ****