While a few of the album's artists, such as the Paris-based Djoloff, have released records outside Africa, most of these previously tape-only tracks have never been heard outside the Sahel. Curated by the Munich-based journalist Jay Rutledge, the collection makes for an ideal primer, and not only because of its detailed liner notes, which contextualize the music in relation to religious, political, and socio-economic issues. Debunking Western stereotypes of the Third World as the source of many a third-rate knockoff, Africa Raps uncovers some startlingly good material: deftly produced, tuneful, and surprisingly diverse.
The least interesting tracks here hew closest to American styles. C.B.V.'s "Art. 158" relies on punchy bass lines, grating strings, keyboard stabs, and raygun effects -- hallmarks of lo-fi production that wouldn't be out of place on college radio, although the stutter-step French rapping would have a hard time finding airtime stateside. The songs in regional languages like Wolof or Malinka stand even less chance of being heard, much less understood, by American ears. But even when the tunes' meanings -- usually "conscious" critiques of society's ills, according to the liner notes -- are totally opaque, the unfamiliar cadences of the local tongues carry their own sonic thrill. Gokh-Bi Soundsystem's "Xaesal" inveighs against the skin-bleaching tonic of the same name, and nothing's really lost in translation: The MCs' diatribes spit and spin in insistent circles, while a female chorus reels off a mournful counterpoint. The number's background track -- a whirl of hand-drums and string cadences reminiscent of traditional West African artists such as Ali Farka Touré -- is barely recognizable as hip hop, which is precisely what makes it so fascinating. Likewise, Mali's Tata Pound expands considerably the definition of rap music, winding frenetic, double-time delivery into a dense and joyful mash-up of salsa, electro, and African guitars. Pee Froiss' "Jalgaty," on the other hand, hardly sounds alien; in fact, the track's funky keyboards and auctioneer-paced rapping draw a direct line to Atlanta's OutKast. But that reference alone begs the question of how such a particular, regional American style made its way to West Africa and into an unfamiliar tongue. The success of Africa Raps is the way it traces these weird travels and tradeoffs. Such unimagined mutations are a testament to the way every "margin" creates its own center of gravity.