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Best Albums of 2010: Latin

20101214-LATIN-best-of-2010-560x225.jpg It was a quite a year in Latin music. Ups and downs abounded: Shakira set the globe shaking with her World Cup anthem "Waka Waka," while Argentinean icon Gustavo Cerati tragically slipped into a coma after suffering a stroke. Narcocorridos went as mainstream as they could: Los Cuates Valenzuela got their own reality show on Mun2, and young narco artists gobbled up market share with minimal radio support. Meanwhile, Latin alternative music got its own radio show (its second, actually) with NPR's Alt.Latino, and cumbia — once your aunt's shabby dance music — suddenly went viral and showed up in clubs around the globe. Chilean emcee Anita Tijoux ended up on many critics' year-end lists, and pan-Latino pride seemed to be on the resurgence, evident in projects from Ruben Albarran's Hoppo to Calle 13's new masterwork. And then of course there was Enrique Iglesias, who made it into the charts with a song entitled "Tonight (I'm F**king You)." *Sigh.*

But that shameful incident aside, 2010's musical heights have been dizzying. We take you through 20 of our absolute favorite Latin albums this year. Did we miss something? Did we love something you hated? Jump in the mix and let us know! And, to hear an extended playlist of this year's best Latin albums, click here.

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Camila
Dejarte De Amar
Their second release took its sweet time, but that's kind of Camila's M.O.: they start slow, build to a crescendo, and wallop you with emotion until you sink back, sated. But while the insanely popular Todo Cambio kept R&B as its guiding artistic light, we enter the realm of the rock ballad on Dejarte de Amar. Each song travels a fairly predictable trajectory — intimate meditations build to rocking catharsis before crashing into a sensitive coda — but the great singing and solid hooks make this the follow-up fans have been waiting for. — S.B.


Best Albums of 2010: World

20101214-WORLD-best-of-2010-560x225.jpg If anything marked world music this year, it was the lack of any big, defining story. In recent years, there's usually been a movement of some kind: gypsy music, desert blues. But 2010 was a year of fragments. The stalwarts continued to release big, commercial albums: Angelique Kidjo's Oyo and Youssou N'Dour's I Bring What I Love. (Neither album made our Top 20.) Musicians from Mali and Cuba joined forces for a long-overdue album that combines the good taste of Buena Vista Social Club with a much more vibrant, spontaneous feel. Meanwhile, the kids kept making club music that defied national boundaries and continued to earn the contempt of many world music critics/purists. And then there were Soundway Records' absolutely essential compilations, which unearthed hidden historical musical movements/moments from around the globe.

In fact, if there was a defining story, perhaps that was it: the use of the compilation to paint a picture of a musical world that would otherwise be inaccessible. Soundway Records dug up marginally accessible scenes from the past, but comps like Ayobaness!, Afrolution Vol. 2, The Sound of Club Secousse, Oi! A Nova Musica Brasileira! and many others exposed scenes currently in motion. These snapshots became essential listening for anyone with big ears but a limited travel budget.

And so we present our Top 20 world music albums of 2010. Did we miss something you loved? Love something you hated? Let us know in the comments section. And also be sure to listen to the Best Songs of 2010: World playlist.


Juanes, P.A.R.C.E.

20101206-juanes-560x225.jpg Finding an American equivalent to the Colombian pop star Juanes is nearly impossible. He is a consummate love-song singer, but he made his name with a single about landmines ("Fijate Bien"). He cut his teeth on Zeppelin but his music draws much of its propulsion from vallenato, the Afro-Colombian cousin to cumbia that has its home on Colombia's north coast. He's political; he's romantic. He's sort of Trace Adkins, Taylor Swift and Boots Riley rolled up into one. And he makes great pop music.

But is his new album, P.A.R.C.E., great? His fans might not think so. When he debuted the lead single, "Yerbatero," during the World Cup opening concert earlier this year, it was met with a resounding yawn. He even looked a little nervous playing it. And it never reached the top of the Billboard charts, which is nearly unheard-of for a Juanes single. ("Y No Regresas," the subsequent single, has fared better.) He's messing with the formula that's made him such a reliable chart presence — why?


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Yes, he's of that Baron Cohen family, and for all the humor his clan is known for, this release is an unironic delight that finally gives much-neglected Hanukkah music the updating it needs. In Baron Cohen's hands, "Ocho Kandelikas" becomes a neo-tango burner featuring Ladino-singing diva Yasmin Levy, and "Hanukkah oh Hanukkah" heads for hip-hop territory, thanks to the stylings of Y-Love, a convert to Judaism. Baron Cohen's hit it on the money here, giving these songs equal measures of soul and hard-partying fun. — Sarah Bardeen

Hear It Now!
20101122-calle-13-560x225.jpg When they started out, Calle 13 were foul-mouthed Lotharios whose politics — if they had any — seemed to take a backseat to celebrating sex in all its dirtiest permutations. (That was never actually true, however: the group made its name with a song that castigated the FBI after a murder in Puerto Rico.) Their clever, lewd, slang-heavy lyrics have set a lot of folks on edge, even if they couldn't stop moving to songs like "Atrevete-te-te" or "Tango Del Pecado." It's a different story in 2010, however. The inventive musicality that has always raised them head and shoulders above their Puerto Rican compatriots has found its mate in Residente's increasingly poetic — and pointed — lyrics.

Residente, aka Rene Perez, is the voice on the mic, and he doesn't take it slow. Within the first five minutes of the lead single, "Calma Pueblo," he takes down his record label — "My label's not Sony, my label's the people" — and then proceeds to blast Adidas, Coca-Cola, the White House, radio stations, artists who engage in payola, the Puerto Rican government, journalism, The Sopranos, the Vatican and brand-name clothing. Add the searing guitar of Omar Rodriguez (of Mars Volta fame), and you have dynamite. Literally, in a sense: the album art is suffused with images of improvised explosive devices, and Residente posits himself as someone who's infiltrated the system and plans to blow it up from the inside. Is Residente overestimating his own importance? Of course he is. But in hip-hop, that almost comes with the job description. Elsewhere in the album he likens Calle 13's music to elemental forces — it forces us to move "como los planetas giran alrededor del sol" ("like the planets spin around the sun"). But the fans are given momentous treatment too: "The volume of your body, giving a concert/ Like a hurricane moving the wind."

Young Guns of Narcocorridos

20101122-narco-corridos-560x225.jpg Call it Mexico's gangsta rap. The lyrics are violent, the language is littered with slang, and making paper is the order of the day — pretty much exclusively through drug smuggling. You can even hear the music shaking apart car trunks all over the United States, but that's where the comparisons between gangsta rap and Mexican narcocorridos end. Narcocorrido artists' instruments of choice aren't the sampler and mixing deck: think tuba and accordion, and the rhythmic up-and-down of a guitar. And while most gangsta rappers boast of their own exploits, narcocorrido singers detail the dramas of real-life drug kingpins in Mexico. And singing them can get you killed.

Back in the 1800s, Mexico's corridos ("ballads") were like a living newspaper, and musicians would travel minstrel-like around the countryside, singing the headlines to whoever would listen. Frequently the heroes of these songs were Robin Hood types, stealing from the rich to give to the poor and outwitting corrupt lawmen. The style has its roots in Spanish troubadour music, and it has endured into the 21st century. But in the 1970s, the heroes in corridos began to undergo a subtle but important sea-change. The songs increasingly detailed smuggling drugs across the border, with the characters getting shot up Bonnie and Clyde-style. Bands like Los Tigres del Norte, Los Huracanes del Norte and Los Tucanes de Tijuana were writing the songs, known as narcocorridos (literally, "drug ballads"), though narcocorridos never formed the entirety of any of these bands' repertoires.

Fast-forward to 2010. Mexico is embroiled in waves of violence. Drug cartels control entire regions of the country. And a new crop of singers has sprung up, many of them bilingual and bicultural, born in L.A. and raised in Culiacán, as the story often goes. These singers have embraced the narcocorridos as a way of life; romantic songs have become the exception rather than the norm. Singers are frequently paid — or "encouraged" — to write songs praising cartel members, but they have to be careful. If they're too complimentary, they risk angering rival cartels; if they aren't sufficiently laudatory, they risk pissing off the song's subject. This is no small matter: in 2007, singer Valentin Elizalde was murdered after he mocked drug kingpin Osiel Cárdenas in his song "A Mis Enemigos." In fact, since 2006, at least 13 musicians have been killed, including Sergio "El Shaka" Vega, Sergio Gomez of K-Paz de la Sierra, and Zayda Peña, who survived a gunshot wound to her back, only to be fatally shot in the head later in the hospital.

Other musicians have been arrested for associating with the cartels. In 2009, Tex-Mex great Ramon Ayala and Los Cadetes De Linares were arrested for playing a party thrown by the Beltran Leyva cartel. Musicians are frequently invited to play fiestas privadas; they're not told whose party it is until they arrive, and for many, the money is hard to refuse. (They just have to be careful not to get too friendly with the boss's wife; jealousy can turn fatal.) The drug cartels, for their part, actively cultivate relationships with musicians. Besides asking for ballads celebrating their exploits, they frequently launder their money through unregulated ticket sales at music events. Often they'll funnel money to a musician early in his career so they can collect on the favor later.

Yet despite the grisly reality — or perhaps because of it — Mexicans and Mexican Americans are eating narcocorridos up, thrilled to find music that's as hard as gangsta rap yet also helps them connect to their roots, something that feels like it's truly theirs. And of course, there's the thrill of skirting danger, of partaking — however distantly — in this world of drugs, guns and rampant machismo. Perhaps it borders on voyeurism, but whatever the draw, it's turning into big money for the musicians, without any radio support. Meet the key players of this new narcocorrido generation, and some of the classic groups who paved the way for it. For an extended listening experience, check out our full Young Guns of Narcocorridos playlist.


Mike Patton's Mondo Cane

mondo_cane_560x225.jpg Earlier this year, Mike Patton — he of Faith No More and Mr. Bungle fame — released what may be his most idiosyncratic project yet: Mondo Cane. Named for the 1960s Italian gross-out documentary that spawned, among other things, the Faces of Death series, Mondo Cane actually features Patton singing classic Italian pop from the '50s and '60s — with a full orchestra and a relatively straight face. If it sounds unlikely, it's not: Patton's ex-wife is Italian, and he spent the better part of six years in the country, learning the language and falling in love with the music. It's a bizarrely great album, one that randomly neared the top of Billboard's classical charts this year. If you knew nothing about Italian pop before Mondo Cane, let us introduce you to some of its delicious, over-the-top fabulousness with our playlist that mingles Patton's covers with the originals. And if you care to learn about the artists who influenced him, read on.


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Emboldened by the crossover success of 1974's "Jive Turkey," The Ohio Players followed through with their most commercially successful and artistically sophisticated release. The title track and "Running from the Devil" are classic slabs of loose and easy 70s funk, while the spring-heeled soul of "Together" shows that the group can work within tighter pop paradigms. — Sam Chennault


Barry White
Can't Get Enough

Barry White took a page out of Issac Hayes' book and made the transition from being an ace arranger and studio musician into a deep-throated solo star. This was White's first No.1 pop smash and featured such chart-topping singles as "You're The First, The Last, The Everything," and "Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe." White's marriage of sweeping faux cinematic strings, dance-floor (and bedroom) grooves and his should-be-cheesy but is just incredibly cool vocal style all come together for an effort that is supremely joy inducing. — Nick Dedina

Cheat Sheet: The Drone

cheat_sheet_top_header_560x62.jpg 20101012-drone-CS--560x225.jpg The drone. It's a sustained note that hangs, while music happens (or doesn't happen) around it ... and when you start digging, you can find it everywhere: in Velvet Underground songs (John Cale's viola creates a drone throughout "Heroin") and Irish uilleann pipe music. Bulgarian folk singing and 20th-century minimalism. African American string-band music and doom metal. Indian classical music is built on the drone, as is much classical Middle Eastern music. In the 1960s, American musicians involved with the avant garde Theater of Eternal Music devoted themselves to exploring the drone's possibilities; way back in the tenth century, Japanese musicians used it to underpin their odd and angular court music.

There are also a ridiculous number of instruments that create the drone: The banjo's fifth string is the drone string, while the didgeridoo is all drone, all the time. Most stringed instruments have been used to make it. Some versions of bagpipes, one of the oldest drone instruments, are found all over Europe, from Ireland to Slovakia, and as far afield as Turkey. In India, the harmonium and tanpura are devoted solely to creating sustained notes that anchor qawaalis and ragas, but other instruments including the sarod and sitar can also create that aural haze.

Why does the drone show up in every corner of the earth? We can only theorize. A drone provides an open field of sound, in which the slightest variations in texture can feel enormous. In a world obsessed with time, the drone exists outside it; it elongates time, taking away temporal markers (beats) and leaving us with the musical equivalent of Mark Rothko paintings — one tonal color suffusing the air around you. Anything played on top of a drone is shaded by that constant tonal presence. There may be a spiritual component to it: In classical Indian music, a singer will open a raga by taking an extended improvisation (an alaap), first singing the drone and always returning to it, in a trajectory that supposedly signifies the soul's departure from its source and its eventual return. In my research, I also came across a theory that early drone music was meant to simulate the sound of bees, and was connected to mead (made from honey) and Dionysian rites.

Whatever its origins, we're fascinated by the drone's ubiquity in music, whether the setting is homespun folk, courtly classical music, or modern avant garde and metal excursions. We invite you to listen to a playlist of classic and surprising instances of drone. The set includes everything from French pop to the Stooges, and we supplement it with a bunch of albums that will help you understand just what that five-letter word means when it meets recorded music.

*This list is nowhere near comprehensive. It's meant only to get you thinking, and get you started. Please comment with your additions!

Sesame Street at 41: A Guide

20100928--sesame-street-560x225.jpg Sesame Street launched in 1969, back when New York was still trash-strewn and poor people actually lived there (yes, pre-Giuliani) — and when it was still revolutionary to show children of all races playing together on TV. The world has changed a lot since then, and many shows have intervened to loosen the Street's hold on the ratings, but to this day, nothing holds a candle to it for sheer inventiveness. A lot of that inventiveness streamed from Jim Henson, whose puppets initially merited just short skits but quickly came to occupy the show's center stage. Henson's brand of humor infiltrated the entire show; when you remember classic skits, chances are they involved puppets. Remember the Yip-Yip Martians? ("Yip, yip, yiiip. Nope, nope, nope.") Guy Smiley interviewing a loaf of bread? Kermit reporting at the scene of Humpty Dumpty's fall? We thought so.

But music has always been a huge part of Sesame Street's appeal, and its songwriters were big fans of Tin Pan Alley and vaudeville (some had actually been vaudeville performers in their youth). Sesame Street has also managed to pull down the biggest stars of every era, from Stevie Wonder to the recent ill-fated non-appearance by Katy Perry. (If you haven't seen Feist on the show, drop what you're doing and watch this now.)

As the Sesame Street catalog has finally become available digitally, we salute 40-plus years of the Street with a playlist of iconic Sesame Street songs, another playlist featuring awesome guest appearances (Stevie Wonder and Johnny Cash, among so many wonderful others), and a rundown of our five favorite characters and their significant musical moments. Sunny days, sweeping the clouds away — let's always be on our way to where the air is clean. In case you forgot, let Rhapsody remind you how to get to Sesame Street.
20100921-rocks-latin-roots-560x225.jpg The Charleston. The Bo Diddley beat. Bow Wow Wow's "I Want Candy." Even Snoop's "Drop It Like It's Hot." Mambo's got a musty aura in our collective American imagination, but it actually helped spirit Afro-Cuban rhythms into American popular music in the early 20th century — in particular the 3:2 son clave rhythm (known back then as the habanera). That syncopated Boom.Boom.Boom/tap-tap rhythm seems to demand a physical response — it was a favorite soundtrack for early striptease shows — and it has given propulsion to everything from rockabilly to hip-hop songs ever since. It put that fatal sway in Elvis' hips; it made "Louie Louie" the irresistible party song it still is. Let's put it this way — when country and blues music got in bed to make rock 'n' roll, there was actually a third party involved. It's time to give Latin music its due: check out our mix of early rock 'n' roll songs and their (in some cases) direct Cuban antecedents. We start out with Buddy Holly vocalizing the rhythm for his band, and we keep the surprises coming. Did you know that the Stones' "Satisfaction" is, in fact, a cha-cha-cha?


Playlist: Rock's Latin Roots

Highlife Classics

20100817-high-life-560x225.jpg Ever wonder where The Very Best got that awesome riff that permeates "Warm Heart of Africa"? Wonder no more. The artist was Victor Uwaifo, the song was "Guitar Boy," and the music was Highlife -- the effervescent sound that swept through West Africa from the 1930s into the late '60s. Part calypso, part brass band pomp, highlife was also shot through with swing, Cuban son and -- later -- soul music. But the basic building blocks were always African rhythms and melodies. The result is something that has the joy of early jazz and the DIY ethic of garage rock -- these guys were just going for it. Highlife is seriously fun music, as more than a few indie pop bands have discovered.

Find out for yourself with our Highlife Classics playlist.

Album Guide to Global Psych

20100803-world-psychedelia-560x225.jpg Editor's Note: Listen to a selection of the songs mentioned here on a playlist at the end of this post, or click through to listen to all of the artists listed here on Rhapsody. If you're not a member, click here and listen to all of your favorite music as much as you want — whenever and wherever you want!

The advent of psychedelic rock in the 1960s let off a kind of DayGlo miasma that wafted around the globe, leaving electric keyboards and wah-wah peddles in its wake. The recipients (in Asia, Africa, Eastern and Western Europe, South America) initially imitated what they heard coming out of the U.S. and U.K. -- those oh-so-painful/oh-so-amazing covers -- but it wasn't long before they were making mutations, sending taproots into the fertile musical soil of their home countries to come up with entirely new sounds. Hence chicha, cumbia's hallucinatory cousin. Hence Afro-rock, which took funk and, impossibly, made it funkier. Hence tropicalia, which fed hash to samba, bossa nova and maracatu. The list of lysergic-damaged musical movements goes on.

Psych music was, and still is, a profoundly strange musical development, one which is fundamentally anti-commercial despite its commercial successes: at its most extreme, it eschews the three-minute pop song, verse-chorus-verse song structure and, in some cases, listenability. In the hands of Amazonian Indians, or deranged Frenchmen, or acid-damaged Brazilians, it took on whole new dimensions. Decades later, it's easy to view the international spread of psychedelic music as cute, or an oddity. But in reality the music meant so much more: both at its birthplace and around the world, it provided the aural soundtrack for a generation that was experimenting not only with drugs, but with throwing out social orders they disagreed with. It was a sonic refusal of the status quo, a way for youth to assert their modernity and individuality at home, while participating in an international culture abroad. Maybe that sounds quaint, but it mattered at the time -- and perhaps it still does matter.

Perhaps most importantly, it made for some crazily compelling music.

Rhapsody's Album of the Day


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Leva-me aos fados

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Ana Moura has sung with Mick Jagger and been scoped out by Prince, but leave the celebrity sightings aside: Moura's the genuine article. On this album, more than any previously, she's found a way to make fado contemporary and engaging. In the album format, fado can feel slow and emotionally monotone -- what was romantic becomes downright depressing after 10 songs. But she combats that with a selection of lively, short (two-minute!) songs that even hide hooks in their velvet folds. Check out her excellent duet with experimental folksters Los Gaiteros de Lisboa, "Nao e um Fado Normal." — Sarah Bardeen

Rhapsody's Album Of The Day


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Mwaliko is as cool a calling card as Lionel Loueke could leave. The album's name means "invitation" in Swahili, and the name fits: The Benin-born guitarist doesn't force you into his world; he draws you in, one elegant track at a time. This remains resolutely a jazz album in its privileging of exploration over hooks and repetition, but every African touch -- and there are many -- adds life and interest. His duets with Esperanza Spalding, the iridescent "Twins" and "Flying," are stunning, and easily the most lively and accessible tracks on a lovely album. — Sarah Bardeen

Definitive Guide to the LAMC

20100706-lamc-575x225.jpg What is the Latin Alternative Music Conference? It's the only gathering in the world dedicated solely to Latino artists who are making hip-hop, electronic music and indie rock, and it's happening in New York City between from July 6 through July 10. LAMC turns 11 years old this year — here's to staving off the adolescent blues with good music — and it's bringing an absolute boatload of excellent shows to New York City this week.

If you'll be in the area, we've got a guide to all the buzz-worthy shows. If you have to sit at home, moping about all the fun you're missing, we've got a playlist to get you up to date on what Latin alt bands are doing right now.

Dig in, and don't forget — all this music and more is available when you join the elite club of Rhapsody subscribers. Why not sign up for a free trial?

Tuesday, July 6
Apple In-Store with Ana Tijoux @ 7 p.m.
We've already waxed rhapsodic (excuse the pun) about Ms. Tijoux. French-Chilean rappers = extremely good. We love her latest album, we love her lyricism, we love her old-school style. Hit this, even if it's hosted by the evil empire.

20100629_africa_world_cup_575x225.jpg Sports fans the world over are obsessing over the World Cup right now (it's the quarter finals! yeah!), but over here at Rhapsody we're obsessing over something a little different: the World Cup opening celebration concert. We're wondering what it said (or at least wanted to say) about Africa. Yes, that's right. We're music nerds, and we care.

A little history. Lately, it seems like everywhere I turn, people are talking about changing the African "story." A recent Financial Times piece by longtime journalist Alec Russell describes how for years he covered South Africa through a lens of expecting its ultimate failure — and he suggests that World Cup coverage might fall into the same trap, embracing stereotypes about the failure of African states. (I would argue it already has.) Angelique Kidjo, appearing at San Francisco's Stern Grove Festival (fresh off her World Cup performance), took frequent breaks from singing to lecture the audience about the need to seek out stories about Africa that don't involve poverty and misery. There's a lot more to her home continent, she told the crowd of revelers, and one story must not dominate.

Even K'naan, interviewed a few months ago, talked about visiting his war-torn homeland of Somalia and being surprised by how life goes on, despite the strife and uncertainty. People are still opening cool cafes and falling in love and getting married, he says, with a sense of wonder and pride.

Get Well: Gustavo Cerati

20100622_gustavo_cerati_575x225.jpg Think of a singer who defined a decade for you. Was it John Lennon? Roberta Flack? Sting? For many Latin Americans, it was Gustavo Cerati. In the 1980s and early '90s, there was no bigger band than Argentina's Soda Stereo, and Cerati was its voice and face. The group's rocking-yet-introspective albums spawned a cascade of hits that met with no less critical than commercial success. Cerati grew up steeped in British and American rock, and he developed a sound that easily translates across borders. As a superstar, he's always had a streak of the poet about him, something slightly elevated and otherworldly. He became even more adventurous in his solo career, delving into orchestral music and electronica with great success on Siempre Es Hoy and 11 Episodios Sinfonicos. Though that risk-taking hasn't always endeared him to longtime fans, his last two albums — the excellent Ahi Vamos and Fuerza Natural — returned him to mass appeal, with their emphasis on solid melodies and jangling rock.

On May 16, Cerati suffered a stroke after performing in Caracas, Venezuela. He's currently in a hospital in Argentina, and at this stage, his prognosis is unclear — major brain damage is a certainty. We send un fuerte abrazo to his family and fans and celebrate his storied career with a playlist designed to introduce you to some of his biggest hits as well as the hidden gems that reveal his range.

Playlist: A Guide to Gustavo Cerati
20100608_world-cup_575x225_02.jpg We aren't experts in futebol over here at Rhapsody, but we do pride ourselves on knowing good play — be it in music or on the soccer pitch. So as the world spends the next month in the grips of World Cup fever, we bring you our uniquely musical take on the game and its players. We've got a monster playlist of the greatest soccer anthems of all time, and below you can sample some of the bands that rocked the 2010 World Cup Celebration Concert last week in South Africa. (Shakira is one musician the entire world seems to agree on.) We've also compiled a roundup of four of soccer's biggest stars, complete with quick histories, fun facts and a survey of which artists might be their musical matches. Click below to get with our guide.

20100601-Rimadoras_Raperas-575x225.jpgIn the world of hip-hop, American or otherwise, female emcees are a rare breed. A quick glance at Rhapsody uncovers about five women among the top 100 hip-hop artists, and only a few of them are actual lyricists. (Hint: Not Ke$ha or Fergie.) In the Latin world, hip-hop is just as male-dominated. Mexican emcee Nina Dioz has described how intimidating it was to start rapping in a world dominated by what she called "angry-faced men."

But like so many of her sisters in the Latin world, Dioz kept at it. She even started a collective, Rimas Femeninas, to create a sense of solidarity among Latina women in hip-hop. When it comes to Latina emcees, you see that kind of chutzpah across the Latin world, whether it's in Spain, where a flamenco dancer named La Shica shaved her head and started rhyming to the dismay of purists, or in Colombia, where a young Afro-Colombian woman named Goyo took up rapping to help put her long-invisible people on Colombia's cultural map. Whatever it has become in the U.S., hip-hop abroad retains its subversive qualities. It's the music of the underdog, and underdogs the world over have embraced it. And being female and Spanish-speaking almost automatically makes you an underdog.

Soundtreks: Balkan Bordellos

20100518_soundtreks_575x225.jpgSpring has sprung and new albums seem to be sprouting up like dandelions in the lawn of, um, some tortured analogy. (Okay, let's leave analogies to the poets.) It's been a mixed season in the worldly realm, with some false starts and some great surprises. Let's tour through them.

grupo_fantasma_bbq.jpg Grupo Fantasma is arguably Austin's favorite Latin band, a group who's remained close to its roots even as Prince came knocking and the Grammys beckoned. They've gained a following thanks to their dynamic live shows and their purposefully unpolished approach to their cumbia-funk-Latin-soul-salsa hybrid. (The members are musically promiscuous: they also loan their talents to various other outfits, including Ocote Soul Sounds and Brownout.) The band's new album, El Existential, was just released on National Geographic Records, and it's a humdinger: salsa great Larry Harlow guests, as does a Meat Puppet. (Read on to find out which one....) We spoke with band member Greg Gonzales about what it's like to play at Prince's house parties versus Iraq -- they've done both -- and even got the lowdown on a dream day spent out and about in Austin.

 

Click here to listen to start listening to El Existential. Or check out a playlist of some of the band's favorite songs by other people. And if you want to sign up for Rhapsody and get access to all this great music and more, all the time, do it now!

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Gotan's project seemed so obvious — even from the start — that it was surprising nobody'd thought of it, or at least done it so successfully. Tango and electronic music are of a piece, at least according to core members Christoph Muller, Philippe Cohen Solal and Eduardo Makaroff. Electronic music sprouted from dub's demented mind, and dub claimed African parentage. Same with tango, claims the trio (though tango's parentage, in our view, is a bit messier, harder to parse). But what inspired the group — to bring spirit and life back to electronica's icy climes — has succeeded beyond their dreams.

On their third studio album, Gotan get it right again. Luscious strings, a thin thread of aching bandeon, actual singing. Plus, this time, a hazy focus on New Orleans jazz, tango's sister-sound, music that arose at the same time as tango and in the same dens of iniquity (whorehouses), just a bit farther north. As the collective prepares to sweep around the world with its captivating live show (volcano notwithstanding!), they gave us an interview in characteristic Gotan fashion: in three languages, circling between poetry and cryptic half-responses. Our faves? Philippe reminiscing about playing San Francisco's Fillmore (in a word, awesome), his current favorites, and some surprising picks. (Hint: he likes American doom metalists Sunn O))).)

Read the interview — and find out which track features a singing saw — after the jump. And you can hear Gotan and every band they mention on Rhapsody anytime you want. Get thee to a free trial now!




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It's 1956. Louis Armstrong has just landed in Ghana with a film crew in tow. (And Edward R. Murrow! Think George Clooney in Good Night and Good Luck.) A crowd of 10,000 souls has gathered at the airport, plus every nightclub band in Accra, the capital. Satchmo leaves the plane, trumpet in hand, and 13 bands break into song simultaneously — a number called "All For You, Louie, All For You." The crowds surge over the barriers, and Satchmo and band pick up their instruments and start playing too, quickly picking up a highlife tune they've never heard before. Mayhem ensues. For the next three days, jazz's greatest ambassador is feted by the prime minister, carried through crowds like a king, and viewed by an astonishing assembly of 100,000 people at an outdoor concert cut short by the absolute chaos.
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Afropop-star-turned-cultural-ambassador Angelique Kidjo comes out with her latest release this week: Oyo, a covers album that sees her taking on Santana and Otis Redding and oh, just about anybody else you can think of. Which put us in mind of covers, and what happens when Western pop — American or otherwise — gets into the hands of world artists. In Kidjo's case, she turns Curtis Mayfield's "Move On Up" into a powerhouse Afropop tune (with a hot assist from John Legend), slaughters (not in a good way) James Brown's "Cold Sweat," and translates Aretha's "Baby I Love You" into Fon (Kidjo's native language). You need to listen to this madness for yourself.
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It's kind of impossibly romantic, the tale behind the Chieftains' latest album. Imagine it: a raft of recent immigrants get conscripted by the American army, find themselves fighting a war they care nothing about (and even worse, fighting fellow Catholics), so they desert ... and get taken in the by very folks they were fighting. And then proceed to fight for them!
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A few weeks ago, two significant albums released. One was Classic Appalachian Blues from Smithsonian Folkways — vintage recordings of the blues — and the other was the Carolina Chocolate Drops' brand-new Genuine Negro Jig. One spoke to what is often thought of as African American music: the blues. The other still makes folks scratch their heads: young African Americans making string-band music. Really?

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Four years after his death, Ali Farka Toure remains a towering musical figure. He was Africa's John Lee Hooker and Robert Johnson rolled into one, with a bit of Alan Lomax thrown in for good measure. A phenomenally original guitarist, he was also a polyglot who used his fluency in seven languages to spend decades collecting folk songs from Mali's vast array of ethnic groups. (He also created, in the process, a little thing we now call desert blues.) Any new album from this man is an event, and this week sees the release of what may prove to be his final masterpiece: Ali & Toumani.

All the President's Jams

presidents_jams_575x225.jpg We all knew music was gonna be big in the Obama administration. After all, Will.I.Am almost single-handedly secured the youth vote in 2008 with that "Yes We Can" video. Then the First Couple had Beyonce serenading them at the inaugural ball, a kind of insane prom fantasy writ large. And they make no secret of their passionate love for Stevie Wonder. Obama even shared his iPod with Rolling Stone during the campaign, though it turns out he wasn't the first candidate to do it. (Bush had that distinction: 250 songs on a 10,000 capacity gadget. What does it mean?) Half the country fell back in their seats, saying to themselves, "He's got Jay-Z on his iPod too?" It made you feel like you could maybe ... maybe have a beer with the guy.
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Nigeria's a pretty fascinating country. It has a massive poverty rate (somewhere in the range of 70%), nearly nonexistent rural infrastructure, and an oil-rich delta that multinational corporations have been busily plundering for decades, at no discernible benefit (and often at considerable detriment) to the Nigerian people. On the other hand, Nigerians are not among the happiest people on earth ... they are the happiest people on earth. By a long shot. And the country boasts a massive film industry, a huge proportion of the continent's recording studios and the lion's share of its artists. The music scene in Nigeria is so vast and ever-changing that it's essentially impossible to keep up -- from a distance -- with what's going on there.

But in recent years that flood of music has begun to escape Nigeria's borders. Last year the Paris-raised Nigerian singer-songwriter Asa generated some buzz with her catchy tune "Jailer." And this year a pint-sized, model-gorgeous German-Nigerian singer named Nneka (pronounced "Nay-ka") is finally making waves on this side of the pond, after setting European hearts aflame for the past few years. Her accomplishments, to date: an appearance on David Letterman, a show review by Times music critic Jon Pareles, and blog interest that's nearing high tide.

Why Nneka? Why now?

Maybe the better question is, why not? Americans love hearing foreigners do our music better than we do (otherwise the Rolling Stones wouldn't have made it past album one), and hip-hop and R&B claim African parentage, anyhow. Nigeria has been powerfully influenced by American music for decades: in the 1970s, Fela Kuti's love of American jazz and funk helped birth Afrobeat. Young Nigerian musicians these days listen to everything, from Kuti to the Fugees and back again. Hip-hop and R&B have become the lingua franca for an entire generation.

What makes Nneka of particular interest is, quite simply, her talent. She didn't write songs until she moved to Germany for university and found herself stunned by the cultural differences she encountered. (She grew up in Warri, a small town in Delta State.) That experience fed into a wider examination of the striking imbalances between the so-called first and third worlds, and, somewhere in that period of awakening, her songwriting was born. And what songwriting. A torrent of words seems to pour forth from her, sharp and dazzling and slotting effortlessly into that other pillar of her growing success, DJ Farhot's production. She has studied assiduously at the feet of Erykah Badu and Lauryn Hill, then one-upped them, managing to sound like the gorgeous-girl-next-door (a la Hill) while slinging razor-sharp social criticism (a la Badu). And she does it well, ultimately sounding like nobody but herself.

She's not alone. While Nneka's currently the most polished and talented of a crop of Nigerian hip-hop and R&B artists (call it Naija pop; "Naija" is slang for Nigerian), she's truly just one in a crowded field of domestic and expat Nigerian musicians. We've put together a playlist of some of the best Naija pop available in Rhapsody -- check it out here, or go spin Nneka's excellent U.S. debut, Concrete Jungle, immediately. If you find yourself intrigued by the nation that could spawn such globe-dominating talent, dig deeper -- we've compiled a list of albums for your listening pleasure below.

Further Listening
Fela Kuti: The Best of the Black President
Various Artists: Nigeria 70 -- Lagos Jump
Various Artists: Nigeria Rock Special: Psychedelic Afro-Rock & Fuzz Funk in 1970s Nigeria
Various Artists: Nigeria Disco Funk Special: The Sound of the Underground Lagos Dancefloor 1974-79
King Sunny Ade: E Dide (Get Up)
Lagbaja: Africano ...The Mother of Groove
IK Dairo: I Remember
Ebenezer Obey: Juju Jubilation

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Haiti Donate.jpg Since a catastrophic earthquake struck Haiti on January 12, people around the world have mobilized, searching for ways to help this tiny nation in its time of need.

The good news is, you can help. Right now, the biggest need is money -- money to get supplies to people, fly in doctors, set up clinics, clear the rubble, re-establish some basic services. In time, as Haiti rebuilds, there will be a need for goods and services. But right now, money will grease the wheels to keep this massive relief effort going.

The following organizations will evenly split the proceeds from Hope for Haiti Now: A Global Benefit for Earthquake Relief, which will air Friday, January 22 at 8 p.m. on major television networks and websites, including this one. You can donate during the event, or reach out this minute and give directly to the organizations, using the links below.

Hope for Haiti Now Charities
The Clinton Bush Haiti Fund
Oxfam America
Partners In Health
American Red Cross
UNICEF
United Nations World Food Programme
Yele Haiti Foundation

A Love Song for Haiti

emeline_michel575x225.jpgThe news out of Haiti is bad, to put it mildly. International aid efforts are still only a trickle, hardly enough yet to help hundreds of thousands of people who have no shelter, no water, little food and a lot of death around them. The world is watching obsessively, visions of Katrina and the tsunami not exactly dancing in our heads. Get it right this time, we all seem to be silently imploring the powers that be.

Not that we have that much power. So Rhapsody has decided to pay tribute to this tiny nation the only way we know how -- by celebrating its music. Take a journey with us via our Haitian music sampler, learn about Haiti's musical history after the jump, and while you're at it, please take the time to donate to one of the relief agencies participating in "Hope For Haiti Now: A Global Benefit For Earthquake Relief," which will air Friday, January 22nd on major television networks and websites, including this one. Learn more about the event, watch it and find links to the participating charities here.

And don't forget to sign up for your free trial if you haven't already ... because Rhapsody subscribers have access to all this great music, all the time.
world.png At some point during the last decade, America's self-imposed musical exile from the rest of the globe came to an end. Gypsy music seduced the punks, Bollywood ravished hip-hop, and tango invaded electronica, setting up shop in chill rooms everywhere. In a bit of a reversal, bluegrass conquered new territory -- in China. Meanwhile, Africa teemed with dance music -- kwaito, kuduro, several species of Afro-hop … even kwassa kwassa made it to Cape Cod, thanks to a little band called Vampire Weekend. Brazil swallowed Miami bass whole and spat out baile funk, the freshest reimagining of hip-hop we’ve heard in years. And in perhaps the crowning glory, Tinariwen opened the decade with an album -- swiftly recorded, quietly released -- which set off a fury for the desert blues that has left even Ali Farka Toure's fame in the dust.

A decade in, we can hear the difference. Listen to Diplo. Listen to M.I.A. Listen to Fools Gold or the Very Best. We’re a generation of global citizens, some jet-setters, others refugees, city-dwellers finding comfort in the same beats regardless of what continent our city sits on. Check out 25 albums that made borders -- musically, at least -- finally irrelevant.



Music Goes to the Movies

michael-jackson-concert-2.jpg Any star is an unknowable quantity, one from whom we expect distance but crave intimacy -- it’s the paradox that drives the star-making industry. With our pop stars, we literally can’t get enough: we flock to flawed films, hungry for a glimpse of the “true” person behind the persona. We’ve watched Bette Midler channel Janis Joplin (sort of) in “The Rose,” Elvis remain himself even when he should be acting (just about any film), U2’s self-aggrandizing at the dawn of its career in “Rattle and Hum,” Madonna playing herself in both fiction (“Desperately Seeking Susan”) and documentary (“Truth or Dare”). The latest in line? Michael Jackson, who’s drawn a flood of viewers to the posthumously released rehearsal doc “This Is It,” which topped the box office last weekend.

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Two very exciting new releases for world nerds (like yours truly) came out this week: the second album from Brazilian neo-bossa ingenue CeU and a fabulous new greatest-hits collection from the self-proclaimed (and rightfully so) Magic Couple, Mali's blind husband-and-wife duo Amadou & Mariam. These two albums might seem disparate, coming from far corners of the globe and encompassing vastly different styles. But I'm willing to put money on the theory that they share a fan base -- one that is enamored of elegant, evocative (and sometimes pensive) vocals, impeccably graceful songwriting and an aesthetic that intertwines respect for tradition with a penchant for organic innovation. Read reviews of both albums by our own Nick Dedina after the jump.

Just to make things interesting, however, we're also going to throw a few more items into this week's column in the form of three albums that really are pretty distinct: the Yoshida Brothers' new best-of album, the sophomore effort� of Mexican cumbia boy band Los Super Reyes, and the first stateside release of Balkan brass band rock star Goran Bregovic. Together, these five albums help to demonstrate the exciting, often exhilarating ground a "SoundTrek" through the world of world music can cover.


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So many fabulous albums have come out in the last few weeks that we decided to dispense with the thematic format on this week's SoundTreks and focus instead on surveying a hodgepodge of new releases. Sound good? Well, of course it does -- just listen to the playlist of material discussed in this post!




SoundTreks: Jewish Hip-Hop

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"A long-oppressed people historically forced into ghettos rhyme about the sometimes violent conflict they are embroiled in over issues of ethnicity, economics, or turf." Sound familiar? Well, contrary to what it might sound like, this is something I wrote in my review of Celebrate Hip-Hop, a 2004 compilation of Jewish hip-hop from around the globe. With the glaring exception of the Beastie Boys, "Jewish hip-hop" sure seems like an oxymoron in the American public imagination. Add a globally minded touch of world music to that combo and things get even wackier.

Hip-hop is a powerful medium, however -- one that's become known for its ability to zigzag across the globe and speak to the socio-political concerns and aesthetic needs of activist-musicians in many places and cultures. In the last several years, Jewish emcees and producers from around the world have been making some important contributions to the genre. This week's SoundTreks explores several very distinct albums that demonstrate the breadth and depth of the Jewish hip-hop niche.

Vieux-Farka-Toure_blog.jpgIt's not easy to follow in Dad's footsteps when Dad is considered one of the greatest musicians of the 20th century. But Vieux Farka Toure, son of Malian desert blues pioneer Ali Farka Toure, isn't one to shy away from a challenge. Actually, scratch that: he absolutely is. The elder Toure wanted his son to join the army, and Vieux briefly complied (unwillingly). But he nurtured a secret love affair with music, first learning percussion and then finally picking up the guitar, his father's instrument. Once he started on the guitar, it was all over. Vieux went against his father's wishes, giving up the military for music and forging a mentor relationship with close family friend (and master kora player) Toumani Diabate.

His father finally came around -- with intervention from Diabate -- and played on a few tracks on Vieux Farka Toure's self-titled 2007 debut, just before Ali's death. Though the younger Toure is still finding his feet as a performer and singer, he's grown increasingly comfortable in the spotlight -- and it helps that he really has the musical goods to warrant the recognition he's getting. Even Diabate was surprised by the beauty of Toure's playing on the demos for his debut album -- and he's been championing the kid for years.

Toure's second album, Fondo, was released earlier this week on Six Degrees Records, and it's remarkable: neither a carbon copy of his father's style nor an over-eager attempt to improve on tradition -- just a thoughtful, beautifully played, adventurous release. The guitarist generously took some time out of his touring schedule to answer our questions over e-mail. Not every musician can express himself well in words, but I was bowled over by Toure's friendly, openhearted responses -- and the thoughtfulness that runs through both the album and this interview. Meet desert blues' next great ambassador!
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The last few weeks have seen some great moments as well as some sad moments in world music. First things first. R.I.P. to Coumba Sidibe, the great Mali-born singer who pioneered the Wassoulou sound and who died last week at her home in the Bronx. While Sidibe never gained an international following on the scale of that of Oumou Sangare (who was once a backup singer for her), she was a trail-blazing musician who began making music at a time when women were a rare commodity in Mali's music industry. She passionately devoted herself to adapting the traditional music of her Fulani heritage into the Wassoulou sound, as well as composing and recording her own work. She was just a wonderful singer. I don't think anybody is quite sure when she was born, but she died May 9, 2009.

On a happier note, Federico Aubele, the tango-tronica hero who enjoyed so much crossover success with Gran Hotel Buenos Aires, is back with another album. It's called Amatoria, named for Ovid's Latin tract on how to pick up (and retain) chicks, the Ars Amatoria. So yes, if you think Aubele might be trying to sex you (or somebody) up, you're right. It's also a further departure sonically for Aubele, who seems to have grown dissatisfied with his electronic meddling with tango; this is his second album that's seen him moving toward a nearly acoustic sound. He sings on every track, accompanied by guests like Miho Hatori (Cibo Matto) and Sabina Sciubba (Brazilian Girls), but I found that after about five songs everything sounded more or less the same. Aubele's got a great sensual growl going, but, as my dad might say, writing a good melody is hard work. Lovely as the album is, Aubele's still got a ways to go in that department.

On the other hand, Marcio Local's new album -- his first to release in the States as far as I know -- has no problem with melodies: he just lifted them wholesale from Jorge Ben. But ... okay. If you're going to steal, you might as well steal from one of the greatest artists of the twentieth century. And he didn't exactly steal the melodies -- just the feel. Local's gruff-voiced Brazilian funk had steam pouring out of my headphones, and it also had me dreaming, weirdly, of beach volleyball. What do I care for beach volleyball? Nothing. But such is the power of Local's evocative sound: it makes you want to play beach volleyball even if you look terrible in a thong and can't walk two feet without using an inhaler. And it came out on Luaka Bop, David Byrne's label, if that holds any weight for Talking Heads fans out there.

Finally, if you haven't read it yet, check out Rachel Devitt's take on Afterquake, a collaboration between Abigail Washburn (noted banjo player and Bela Fleck's girlfriend!) and the Shanghai Restoration Project. The album is devoted to exploring life after last year's devastating earthquake in Sichuan province, China. Have a listen to the album, too; it's for a good cause.
 
Essaouira.jpgYou stumble over it in the street. You hear it blaring from cassette stands (yes, cassettes) in the Jemaa el Fna. You discover that jazz musicians all want to make fusion with it ... I'm talking, of course, about Gnawa music, the underground sound of Morocco.


Officially, Morocco's national music is classical Andalusian, the stately (and undeniably magnificent) sound fashioned back when the Moors were living it up in Spain. But you don't even have to scratch the surface of that veneer to hear it crumble. Staying in the Moroccan coastal town of Essaouira, home to the annual Gnawa music festival, I found Gnawa music spilling from the most unexpected places. At the tiny riad in the old city, our desk clerk, Nabil -- an adorably hip young man who was rocking out to Louis Prima the first time I met him -- confessed that his main ambition in life was to fuse Gnawa and electronica. (That night he proceeded to break out a guembri and sing us a few songs in an old-man voice that seemed at odds with his lithe, Brooklyn-esque presence.) Later, when I wandered into a local music shop and asked about hip-hop, the clerk threw a disc in the deck. What did I hear? Gnawa music, followed by some seriously fresh-sounding flows in Berber and Arabic.

Gnawa and hip-hop, Gnawa and jazz, Gnawa and peanut butter -- the music has become Morocco's lingua franca, a key that seems to unlock musicians' creativity no matter the genre. It's Morocco's blues music, born of slavery and strife, oppression and displacement -- the sound that sub-Saharan slaves brought with them as they made the journey through Arab slave markets to Morocco, starting back in the 11th century.

Perhaps you're wondering what Gnawa music and peanut butter sound like? Listen to the playlist below to find out. Or to keep reading about this cousin to the American blues, click the link below the playlist.

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Many groups can claim to have influenced the revival and flowering of Irish traditional music, but the Dubliners were, in so many ways, the first. This was the group that went to the country and resurrected dying songs -- they copped their major hit, "Seven Drunken Nights," from a little-known sean nos singer named Joe Heaney -- and brought live music (the now indispensible "sessions," or seisiuns) back to bars in Ireland at a time when it was nearly nonexistent.


In this day and age -- and in this country -- it's hard to understand just how revolutionary the group was, and just how repressed Irish culture had been for centuries. The English in Ireland tried out tactics they later used around the world in their colonial endeavors: denying "natives" the right to use their own language in 1387, banning "Irish clothes" and banishing the Irish from walled towns, clearing them off their land, etc . Phrases like "beyond the pale" originated in Ireland, describing the zone outside the "civilized" English-controlled towns. That legacy, coupled with the famine of 1848 and waves of migration and economic stagnation, had left the country decimated, clenching a robust and punitive Catholicism in one fist and a bottle of booze in the other. We've all read the stories: Frank McCourt's litany of hardships in Angela's Ashes, the violence and hard-drinking in books like Roddy Doyle's Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha or The Woman Who Walked Into Doors, or films like The Magdalene Sisters.

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Indian film star Shahrukh Khan.

Slumdog. It seemed like everybody in the country fell in love with that film, and the Academy fell over itself agreeing. Eight Oscars! Danny Boyle was the driving force behind it, and its reckless pace was hallmark Boyle (Trainspotting). But the things we love about Slumdog are, at heart, also classic tropes of Mumbai's sprawling film industry, better known as Bollywood. When you think Bollywood, think big emotions, doomed romance, high drama -- and dance scenes, baby, dance scenes. Plot points matter less than taking the viewer for an extravagant, emotional rollercoaster ride. For years mocked as a niche genre (despite being by far the world's biggest film industry), Bollywood is beginning to get its due around the globe -- particularly in these recession-inundated times, when people find themselves craving escapism and sweeping emotion simultaneously. But for Bollywood neophytes, where to start?
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A member of the National South Korean folk ensemble plays the kayagum, arguably Korea's most famous instrument.

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Like South Korea itself, which is all too often overlooked by backpackers and travelers on the Asia circuit, South Korean music is relatively unknown outside Korea. Which is a real shame, because the country's soundscape is a fascinating mix that encompasses everything from revered traditions stretching back thousands of years to blazingly ephemeral pop songs that echo across the wide expanses of always-changing, always-moving Seoul at any time, day or night. In short, it is not to be missed.

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Filipino folk musician Grace Nono.

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The Philippines is all too often epically ignored by the world music industry. The island nation's snubbing is in large part a result of twin colonial legacies. First, there's the imperialist notion (perpetuated by more than 400 years of Spanish, American and Japanese colonialists) that the Philippines has "no culture" (whatever that means). Second, there's the truth: the more than 7,000 islands that make up the Philippine archipelago are actually host to more than 180 ethnic and language groups. These groups were lumped together by colonizers who typically paid little attention to the myriad distinctive precolonial cultures or the creative ways Filipinos have negotiated outside influences.

Enter Grace Nono -- musician, composer, producer, label owner, activist and champion of diverse Filipino cultural practices, including music, art, theater, and healing and spiritual traditions. Nono got her start as a much-heralded solo artist, carving a niche for herself in the Philippines' alt-rock scene with her neo-folk-pop in the 1990s. Nono's music is dizzyingly wide-ranging and often just slightly avant-garde, but the constant is her artistic vision: the combination of indigenous folk melodies and rhythms with global pop aesthetics. Since her critically lauded debut, Tao Music, in 1992, Nono's solo output has slowed down as she has diverted her focus to other projects. Her two most recent albums, however, continue to showcase her overlapping visions of innovation and tradition.

Philadelphia-based DJ, songwriter and producer Diplo.

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One month into 2009 and we're already staggering under the great releases. Some of them have been bubbling in Europe for awhile: Rokia Traore's bird-bone delicate Tchamantche, Mariza's melancholic but slightly more pop-oriented Terra (check out that luscious collabo with Tito Paris, "Beijo De Saudade"). Others have seemingly popped out out of nowhere -- like Cesaria Evora's lost tapes from an impromptu recording session in Cape Verde 40 years ago. And then of course there's the musically ravenous Diplo, a DJ/producer who's helped make M.I.A. a pop star. Get caught up on the latest releases -- and listen to a free sampler after the jump.

Dig This! Curumin

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Curumin is the Quannum artist who shouldn't be. On a Bay Area label of underground rappers, the young man born Luciano Nakata Albuquerque is a Brazilian multi-instrumentalist who doesn't rap and is, in many ways, an old-fashioned songwriter. But when Quannum co-founders Blackalicious toured Brazil in 2004, Curumin's manager slipped his first album, Achados e Perdidos, into their hands, and the group listened. What they heard seriously impressed them: a young man who had Stevie Wonder on the brain, James Brown in the beats and Jorge Ben in the melodies. Shortly after, they signed him.

Two things drive Curumin: a powerful nostalgia for the simplicity of childhood and a voracious appetite for new sounds. JapanPopShow, his second album, is a vintage-era masterpiece. But, for all its diverse influences -- Brazilian pop, soul, funk and reggae  -- it's also a complete musical universe. There are no loose threads. And given how beautifully textured the album is, perhaps it's not surprising he's a Quannum artist -- any hip-hop producer would want to sample these songs. (In fact, several rappers guest on the album.) We caught up with Rhapsody's Dig This! artist in early November, and asked him about all the usual stuff -- the album's name, his inspirations -- but we got a lot more: meditations on youth, our modern world, and what tradition means in the age of globalization.

[Click the "Continue Reading..." link to listen to a playlist featuring the music discussed in this post.]

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Miriam Makeba led quite a life: she was the first African woman to win a Grammy. She performed before great political figures of her time, including John F. Kennedy and Nelson Mandela. When she gave an impassioned speech against apartheid before the United Nations in 1963, the South African government responded by banning her records -- and keeping her in exile from her home country for 31 long years.

Makeba never wanted to be at the center of the world's cultural storms; she simply wanted to sing. But what she chose to sing defined her life and career. She sang traditional songs from her Swazi and Xhosa backgrounds; she sang jazz and township music; she sang of joy and of struggle. Her own and her people's.

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Buena Vista Social Club returned from the dead (almost literally) last week, and this week Puerto Rican rappers/provocateurs Calle 13 took on the living, breathing lyrical fire. (Colombian rock outfit Aterciopelados wasn't far behind on that front either.) Plus, a sneak preview of songs from a hotly anticipated Bollywood flick, and Los Lobos guitarist David Hidalgo goes folkloric ... again?

[Click the "Continue Reading..." link to listen to a playlist featuring the music discussed in this edition of SoundTreks.]

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Wow -- what a great week for world music. The globalized economy may be crawling into a McMansion-sized hole right now, but you've gotta admit, while globalization may suck for mortgage-backed securities, it's been damn good for music. It's like an all-you-can-eat international buffet this week, only the portions are small and all the food is cooked by those grumpy French slow-food guys who burn down fast food joints while wearing hats set at a jaunty angle. On the menu: indie-pop from Argentina's ardently odd songstress Juana Molina, Ethiopian dub reggae (yes, you read that right) from Dub Colossus, psychedelic '60s Amazonian surf-pop from Juaneco y Su Combo, and a Brazilian who's obsessed with Japan and duets with West Coast underground rappers. Viva cross-pollination!

[Click the "Continue Reading..." link to listen to a playlist featuring the music discussed in this edition of SoundTreks.]

Q&A: Plastilina Mosh

by Sarah Bardeen

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Despite their sporadic releases and refusal to cleave to one genre, Plastilina Mosh has become known as a major influence on the Latin alternative scene. In the 1990s, they were part of the first wave of rock bands to emerge from Monterrey, Mexico, an industrial city some critics have dubbed the Seattle of Mexico. They innovatively fused rock, hip-hop and electronica in ways that are still influencing newer bands like Kinky. Their standing was only cemented when they recently signed with Nacional Records, home to alternative heroes like Manu Chao and Nortec Collective. We caught up with lead singer Jonaz Gonzalez a week after All U Need Is Mosh dropped. He waxed eloquent on video games (loves them), his favorite bands (many), and who would win a fight to the death -- Plastilina Mosh or new Latin alt sensation Ximena Sariñana, who sings on their new release (guess who wins).

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Hip-hop has become a global phenomenon, but the popularity of U.S. superstars such as Nas and 50 Cent tends to drown out the flows of lesser-known artists from countries like Senegal and France. Nomadic Wax, a small New York-based label, is trying to rectify this, giving emcees from around the globe a platform to start making waves of their own, while giving the rest of us a chance to listen in.

Live: Jay-Z at Glastonbury

by Sarah Bardeen

This past weekend, thousands of Brits (and citizens of various other kingdoms, fiefdoms and republics, for sure) gathered at the Vale of Avalon to watch some of their favorite artists pull musical swords from the stone at the annual Glastonbury Festival. Typically, the main talking point before, during and after the festival is the weather, as past Glastos have left audiences to fend for themselves against torrential rains and ensuing fields of mud. But this year, organizers of England's premiere summer music festival booked Jay-Z to headline Saturday night, and the choice set off a different kind of storm: one of debate, disses and drama.

Video: Orishas, "Bruja"

by Sarah Bardeen

Orishas fanaticos -- check out the cubano hotties in a some-discretion-advised video for "Bruja" from the band's upcoming release Cosita Buena. It sounds pretty cool, but who could pay attention to the music with all this fantastically trashy action. It's modeled on the cult classic Faster Pussycat Kill Kill by Russ Meyers -- lots of voluptuous women, random violence and frightened men -- and it features Spanish actress Rossy de Palma. Oh, and Yotuel takes his shirt off. Check it!

by Sarah Bardeen

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Every style of music has its seminal labels: soul had Stax, jazz had Capitol, the blues had Chess. In the U.K., African music had Sterns Music. When Sterns went live on Rhapsody early in 2008, we decided to talk to world music producer -- and longtime Sterns consultant and friend -- Iain Scott to get a better handle on just why Sterns has been so significant to world music. We got that. .. and a lot more: ruminations on African independence, struggles within world music and stories about sassy African pop stars taking on bootleggers single-handedly. Fasten your seatbelt!

by Sarah Bardeen

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Señor Flavio, aka Flavio Cianciarulo, is a founding member of Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, one of the greatest rock bands on any continent, from any era. (Not that we're biased.) With Los Cadis on long hiatus, the good Señor has taken to releasing solo albums under the name the Flavio Mandinga Project, and his latest, Supersaund 2012, is a blast from the same ska-reggae-rock furnace that made the Cadillacs so great. The veteran rocker took some time to answer a few questions about himself, his favorite songs and what the heck "mandinga" means.

by Sarah Bardeen

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When Spanish flamenco sensations Son de la Frontera came to San Francisco on Saturday, March 1,  the hip, educated Bay Area audience thought it was ready. There'd been a stellar article about the rough rural outpost, Morón de la Frontera, where most of the band members come from and the region's passionate, raw music. The show opened with a video clip of the band's inspiration, guitarist Diego del Gastor, and his vocal collaborator La Fernanda de Utrera. The Bay Area Flamenco Partnership even gave not one but two introductions before the show started. But nothing could prepare the crowd for what they would experience over the next hour and a half: a live show so stunning it defied all classification.

by Sarah Bardeen

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It's a heartbreaking story: a musician in the prime of his career suffers from blurred vision, goes to the doctor and two days later, he's dead. But Andy Palacio wasn't just any musician. The man championed his native -- and dying -- Garifuna culture, helped revive its disappearing language, and made music that enthralled fans around the globe.

Soundtreks: The Balkans!

by Sarah Bardeen

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Twelve years ago in a drafty flat in San Francisco's Mission District, I used to listen and laugh as my roommate squeezed an accordion quietly -- if that's possible -- in his room. He'd given up his high-tech, high-pressure job and chosen the life of a wandering Balkan folk troubador, and I was paying the price, listening as he learned his new trade. I can't count the times he dragged me off to some Slavonic center on the edge of the city where gypsies and hippies, freaks and aging peace activists danced complicated circles around tuba-wielding musicians. It seemed like the fringiest of music fringes, and we liked it that way.

by Sarah Bardeen

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Okay, we know that "best children's music" might sound like a bit of an oxymoron. But children's music is undergoing a renovation these days, and it's time we celebrated it! Things started changing when former Del Fuego Dan Zanes made a pact with the devil, erm, that is, Disney and brought his literate, inter-generational folk to a wider audience. The process of kids music-hippification was furthered along by the wonderful For the Kids compilation series, which has brought the music of Jolie Holland, Tom Waits and Robyn Hitchcock to the pint-sized set. And we can't leave out They Might Be Giants, whose Here Come the ABC marked the band's tacit acknowledgement of their natural fan demographic.

But what about the best albums of 2007, you ask. Well, for starters, did you know that Andre 3000, the wild child of hip-hop duo Outkast, released a children's album?

by Sarah Bardeen

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Seekers of  obscure samples, look no further. Rhapsody has recently become flooded with a handful of albums by Lebanon's premier diva, Fairuz. The pickings are...well...crazy. Fairuz is sort of like a Middle Eastern Madonna, Judy Garland and Maria Callas all rolled into one.

Exclusive: CéU Q&A

by Sarah Bardeen

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Brazilian chanteuse CéU -- a.k.a. Maria do Céu Whitaker Pocas -- made waves in the United States with her 2006 self-titled debut on Six Degrees Records. But it was in '07, after Starbucks featured CéU in their Hear Music series -- she was the fourth artist and the first international one in the program -- that her underground buzz blossomed into international fame. The album, a masterful update of Brazilian pop, owes its seductive hues as much to American R&B as it does to samba. We caught up with the singer just after she'd played a series of shows in California, and we got to hear a little bit about her 'hood, her influences and how intimidating it was to cover Bob Marley.

Best of 2007: World

by Sarah Bardeen

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In the past few years, hip-hop producers sampling Bollywood has become old hat; Mexican duranguense music found a home in Chicago; and a Sri Lankan/English bad girl became the darling of indie-rock fans everywhere. (Even Avril Lavigne got in on the global act -- check out her multilingual versions of "Girlfriend"!) World music is mixing it up -- and none too soon. 2007 was a banner year for both traditional world music and all the beautiful, insurgent hybrids redefining the term -- check out our top 10 picks.

by Sarah Bardeen

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Rhapsody is not only a great place to hear the hits, it's also an incredible resource for hard-to-find and out-of-print titles. Imagine our joy when, over the past few months, Universal Latino began quietly uploading a pile of classic Brazilian albums into Rhapsody. It's an embarrasment of riches, most of which are available only digitally in the United States. And while I found myself wanting to talk about all the artists -- the phenomenal samba singer Alcione, or genre-defining artists like Ivete Sangolo, Chico Buarque, Elis Regina -- I have to admit that the music I'm most excited about is the clutch of albums from Jorge Ben.

by Sarah Bardeen

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I'm at an afterparty in Las Vegas, where a second-rate reggaetón star is giving a dreadful performance before a room that's three-quarters empty. The woman next to me is draped over some guy in a suit who's half her height, and her microscopic red dress appears -- God forgive me if I'm slandering -- to be bursting at the seams with gluteus maximus implants. It's 2 a.m., I'm tired, and this is the culminating experience of my trip to the 2007 Latin Grammys.

by Sarah Bardeen

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Singer Sara Tavares swung into San Francisco last Sunday for the final date on a mammoth tour to promote her album Balance. The Portuguese singer of Cape Verdean descent has become something of a darling on the international music scene -- her effervescent Cape Verde rhythms and pan-African sensibility (not to mention a love for American R&B) have made for some seriously sunny pop music.

With an excellent, spare band in tow that included fellow Cape Verdean singer Boy Ge Mendes, Tavares...

Lady Sings The Blues

by Sarah Bardeen

BergognoneHey everybody. I'm Rhapsody's resident World/Latin/Reggae/Children editor, but I reserve the right to write about whatever I like! (Put that in your pipe but don't smoke it, as it may be a controlled substance.)

Of course "like" may not be the word for the experience I had tonight as I finished watching Spike Lee's documentary on Hurricane Katrina. To call it a masterwork demeans it; I am, right now, haunted...not just by the stories, but also by  New Orleans jazz musician Terrence Blanchard's incredible score, which will be pulsing and drowning in my dreams tonight. It becomes another character in a documentary filled with Katrina_flag729911_2characters, not so much telling you how to feel as explaining to you what you're feeling as you absorb images and stories that seem to belong to another America, a hidden America, an America last seen perhaps in the photo montage at the end of the Lars Von Trier film "Dogville." Sadly, we don't have Blanchard's incredible score but you can hear his latest album, the appropriately titled Flow, on Rhapsody.

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