Lucid album cover

Dami Ajayi, popular Nigerian music critic, has written of Asa’s Lucid album, that it “springs no surprises.” Read here IfeOluwa Nihinlola’s response to that. Since the album’s release in October (2019), there has been consensus among critics that it is a let-down (Logan February, one exception, in his glowing review in The Lagos Review, which he calls her “most emotionally robust record yet”). Here is why I think the album is not so much a let-down:

If we were listening to Asa for the first time on Lucid, especially now that our music industry is properly saturated with Afrobeats, Afro-pop and R&B, et cetera, where soul is alien, she’d be a marvel. But we don’t have this luxury, so our taste buds to judge Asa must rely on what we already know about her, which is, perhaps, that the singer no longer fits our vision of her or the one she’s fed us over the years.

There two things involved. Stay with me: it is either she has ruined our expectations (of her) to surpass her genius, which we lay claim to her losing her mojo; or Asa has evolved into another phase of her music career. 

While we still have Asa’s signature style and her vocal seduction, her sound has other purposes. This purpose is a little ironic because while her lyrics has become weakened by a preference for popular songwriting, compared to the poetic diction in her former albums, her music has taken the route of the haute couture, whose imprint is quite lucid in the Lucid album.

It could be this disappointment not noticed at first by the listener, which might make her score Asa low. Inversely, had Asa not turn out this way we should be expressing disappointment, too. This vision, I think, was quite stressed in the Bed Of Stone album where Asa must have laid down, finally, the persona that gave us songs like “Fire On The Mountain,” “Jailer” and “No One Knows” in such songs as “Society,” “Situation” and “Questions.”

Asa is too matured now, she sings for a highbrow listener; her rendition in Lucid is fine wood after chiselling, the strums of her guitar the sonority of the aureate. Her persona—as matured, and a woman of high society—fills the album with the consciousness of high taste that it is the listener with an equal taste that is more attuned to it. So we have an album for a kind of listener, which perhaps is not us. Could this be why we are not feeling Asa?

Asa

When you hear a track like “You And Me,” for example, a Nollywood scene of young lovers eloping play in your mind, with the song as the soundtrack. Of course, the movie would be about the lives of the rich and affluent. Asa strengthens our guess when she does an interlude in the song—en langue Francaise—in French.

The burden is on us to figure out where we want to place Asa. Has she really lost her mojo? Is our low rating of her performance on Lucid based on how we already know the singer? The true fan only wants to see her heroine outdo the last offering or stun. Asa hasn’t. After thirteen years in the game, we may be expecting too much from Asa, whose musical path is not ordinary. Perhaps, when she returns again, she’ll give us the goosebumps we so much miss

This review has appeared elsewhere on the Opera News site with the title “In ‘Lucid’ album Asa Sings for the Haute Couture”. Its appearance in Praxis is an updated edition.  

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