Artiste – Timaya
Album: De Rebirth
Da-ti-da-ti-ra-ra, Da-ti-da-ti-ra-ra! A completely meaningless – you can even say senseless – refrain. It’s exactly the kind of drivel you expect to hear from the Egberipapa 1 of Bayelsa, but oh what delicious drivel!
Timaya’s second album – complete with a very untypical cool, blue new look that’s supposed to tell you he’s now a changed man – starts in the exact way any public relations person would advice. In Plantain Boy, Timaya quickly apologies to everyone from the fans to the press – and notes, without reserve, that we have turned him from a “fortunate small boy” to a “big boy” despite the many times he has “F*****’ Up”. Who would have thought the man who called himself the greatest would take this kind of advice.
Not long after though, he seems to repudiate everything a powerful first track had done by taking a swing at a choice mix of the people he had just thanked – except, of course, the almighty ‘fan’ – and reserved a cudgel for the actress who broke his heart.
Despite moving away from K-Solo, his music – Happy Birthday, Who Born You – is essentially the same weak syrup mixed with easy-to-like beats, lazy lyrics and the best chest-thumping a recording session can buy. There are a few great songs – Life Anagaga – but the rest is, well, Timaya telling us why he is the greatest and the best, in the final analysis.
However if there is more of that first track’s Timaya within him, then it is easy to discern a fine future for him – as long as meaningless pop music continues to be our thing.
And then a piece of unsolicited advice: If you are going to do meaningless pop, then it’s best he goes back to K-Solo. That producer does Timaya better than the motley crowd he packed on this one.
– Emmanuel Osanedum