RAPID REVIEWS: TIWA SAVAGE’S ONCE UPON A TIME
Taking the Wrong Way
Fans in thrall of feisty, earthy Tiwa Savage (Kele Kele Love, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me) and fans craving sophisticated Tiwa Savage (Without My Heart) would have an emotion in common upon listening to the songstress’s debut album—disappointment.
It is not for want of trying. On Once Upon A Time Tiwa Savage tries to please both types of fans while courting new ones. The results vary: Folarin sung in Yoruba and attitude-laden English, is unconvincing; Eminado gets the job done and may have a future in clubs. Strangely she fares better on unfamiliar ground: on Written All Over Your Face and Get Low, both performed in the style of 90’s American R&B laden with sexual innuendo, the pair of songs fulfil the promise of her early racy videos.
At an overlong 21 tracks, despite the individual quality of some songs, the project smacks of commercial avarice and sounds like a sonic experiment from a scatterbrained DJ without the benefit of genius. There is Makossa. There is Techno. There is reggae. There is Flavour. There is Don Jazzy. The only thing missing is consistency.