Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou, who died recently, wrote pieces that were elegiac, but suffused with a sense of survival: we are broken, we are wounded, we carry on.
Much of New Age music exists somewhere between the intellectual avant-garde and wellness hooey. Laraaji shows that the genre’s best practitioners were truly radical.
A twenty-fifth-anniversary reissue of “Spiceworld” reminds us how the band encapsulated—possibly even dictated—the grinning innocence of the late nineties.