Invasion Of The Machine Review


Doomsday is upon us. Our rap world as we know it has been invaded by an extraterrestrial contraption. Kinpee chronicles his invasion in his mixtape Invasion of the Machine,a follow up to his earlier effort Meta4rikal Insanity.

They Just Don’t Know

The mixtape opens with a sample of Jimi Hendrix’s cover of Earl King’s 60s signature song “Come On”. The production on this song is pretty impressive slightly reminiscent of the old Kanye West.He impressively morphs a love ballad into a good rap tune. A fine opener

Invasion of the Machine

“Kinpee is a prototype.Protocol of punchlines activated anytime he holds the mic”. The title track begins with ominous UFO-sque beats which resolves halfway through into a strangely familiar 90s rap beat.

The Machine

Together with the title track “Invasion of the Machine” this song defines the mixtape’s concept. It is quite evident that the concept of the mixtape means much more than a mere allegory to the rapper.The hunger in his voice is so evident.

Poetry Of The Insane II

Kinpee samples Tony Rebel’s reggae tune “If Jah” with production heavily laden with horns. He fesses up about how he owes all that he is to God. Twitter atheists won’t be amused

Birds Eye Freestyle

The third feature on the album sounds like a lost G.O.O.D Music tune due to its heavy soulful production. Good song. Good features

Carlo Gambino

“Fur coat,top hat,black on black.Tell the world Carlo Gambino back”

Undeniably the catchiest hook on the album.The famed head of the crime family Gambino may be long dead but the legend lives on. The young rapper expresses the desire to be the Carlo Gambino of the rap industry in the first song released from the mixtape .

Blow Ur Mind

A song which is consistent with the mixtape’s science fiction subject matter.


An alternative rap tune with production undeniably reminiscent of Shabazz Palaces’ acclaimed Black Up album. Jabben makes a second appearance on the mixtape , telling a poignant tale of a girl’s betrayal. The song ends with a familiar Daddy Lumba 90s hit of same title. Some girls are dangerous. Guess Daddy Lumba never lied.

U 4 Know

An upbeat song meant as a necessary vote of thanks to everyone who got the mixtape. Altogether a decent effort from the fledgling rapper.


Ballad Of Sad Young Men


Sing a song of sad young men, glasses full of rye

All the news is bad again, kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men, sitting in the bars
Knowing neon nights, and missing all the stars

All the sad young men, drifting through the town
Drinking up the night, trying not to drown

All the sad young men, singing in the cold
Trying to forget, that they’re growing old

All the sad young men, choking on their youth
Trying to be brave, running from the truth

Autumn turns the leaves to gold, slowly dies the heart
Sad young men are growing old, that’s the cruellest part

All the sad young men, seek a certain smile
Someone they can hold, for just a little while

Tired little girl, does the best she can
Trying to be gay, for a sad young men

While a grimy moon, watches from above
All the sad young men, who play at making love

Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men
Let your gentle light guide them home again
All the sad, sad, sad, young men



 ( Wrote this for a recital at the Life In Colors Dinner at the Ahinsan Youth Centre on 5th April,2014.)

Good evening! Welcome! It’s finally here. Life In Colors! Life In Colors! It’s all unfolding live and coloured before our very eyes. You all look lovely tonight. A beautiful kaleidoscope from up here. Ei Nti Kuma is this you? I can see God’s grace has been sufficient for you this time round. You finally brought a date this year. Y’eda Awurade ase (We thank God).

The Japanese have a saying.光陰矢のごとし (Kohin yanogotoshi). It simply means time flies like an arrow. What truism! Time really does fly. Has it really been four years? I’d be lying if I toot my horn up here and make it sound as if it has all been rosy. From our very first lecture in the faculty with Prof. Okine in which our entire knowledge in organic chemistry from senior high was covered with time to spare. That was scary! The tachycardias felt as Prof Okine walked right towards your seat after he asked a question, and the muffled Psalm 23s recited in the hope that you don’t get called. Hopefully we won’t end up being the drug peddlers he kept insisting some of us would become. Do I need to remind you of Mahmoud’s all too frequent giggling in the chemistry lab, the presentations and redos , the dubbing and using of textbooks we have never even seen in our 4 year stay on campus as references? Remind me to go check out what Beckett and Stenlake actually looks like before I graduate.

Anatomy and Physiology. The Tortoras and Saladins. The rapt attention with which everyone listened to Big George as he taught Reproduction and the disappointments on most of our faces after seeing our anatomy midsem results. Maybe someday science would decipher the physiology of sleep leaving our heavy eyelids at the very instant a lecturer finishes his lectures.

How can I forget Orientation & Dispensing and the engine room? Posology and Amanor reading out loud my acidic test scores, the red pens and napkins, the cracked emulsions, and the tears I almost shed when my suppositories were stolen from the fridge during the final exam. Were it not for God’s grace. Does Asomesi think I’ve forgotten so soon how she locked the Dispensing lab and refused to let even the TAs out till she found her phone which had been stolen? Sagaa

Have you forgotten the Pharmacology lab? If only we could administer a dose of a boring lecture on a hot afternoon after a heavy lunch in there instead of pentobarbitone to rats to determine the sleeping time.

Pharmacognosy and its labs. Some botanical sources we would never forget. Datura metel , Cinnamomum zeylanicum , Moringa oleifera , Cinchona succirubra. Diagrams of leaves that didn’t even mildly resemble the actual and Soxhlet apparatuses that looked like Frytol bottles.

The anxieties of us the weaker brethren (as the Calculus lecturer rightly called us) when the time tables for exams were released. The degree of entropy of chemical structures and mechanisms in our heads before a chemistry exam. The never ending shading of scantroms and not understanding why the one next to you was asking for extra sheet when yours were barely half filled. The smiles we faked to hide the fact that the paper rocked us. The helplessness of being unable to avoid a fast approaching trail in the exam room by asking the one next to you just because Rev. Prof. Ansah said before the exam “If you are caught cheating, you have completed university”. I couldn’t help but laugh when I looked to my right during that Statistics exam just to find out I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t find a question to start with. How I passed that exam I do not have an inkling. Sitting in the exam room wishing you had been wise enough to learn on your own when the lecturers were on strike. Realising the answer to that question you couldn’t answer in the midsem was actually in the handout all along when learning for the final exam. A decade from now I’m sure we’d still be able recall the faculty’s course code.060.

The dinners. The fiasco that the one at Golden Tulip was. The Africana Night. The Masquerade Ball. The socializing. Royal La Meta Hotel, Pool Side, and the Lake. Memories that we’ll keep with us for ages. They offered us much needed respite from the stressful academic work.

The vacations and the flying. Me dier I didn’t go some so I can’t say some. For those of you who were hiding somewhere in Subriso Kɔkɔtrɔ and those who travelled to Fernando Po and came back after vacation to tell us you went to New Orleans and Manchester ,Nyame ehu mo (God has seen you).

How can I forget the hype and publicity surrounding how difficult 3rd year was going to be rivaled only recently by the Bukom Banku – Ayittey Powers bout? We didn’t survive the uphill task 3rd year was by our own might. The handouts released after just the first week was enough to make me want to give up. First year Microbiology was child’s play compared to Immunology. Anatomy and Physiology was peanuts compared to Systems Pharmacology. The first years here would insist a Pharmaceutical Chemistry exam is the toughest anywhere. Tweeaaa! Wait till you sit behind a Medicinal Chemistry paper.

The grabbing and the heartbreaks. I still can’t decide which was funnier. When Koo Nimo was caught when he tried ronning two friends with the same format or when Asebu Amenfi made a pass at Okonore Yaa only to be asked “Who are you to sex me”? For those of you who lost your girlfriends and crushes to fresh boys with cars or TA take heart. For the gnashers who look likely to finish four nil there’s still time. It’s not over until it’s over.

From the beautiful skylines,
And the intensive sunshines,
From the path less walked by,
And the leaves gone dry,
From the flowers blooming bright,
And the stars scattering light,
From the tides up high,
And the streaks in the sky,
I see the colours of life unseen,
Faded over years that have been.

From the soft silky smiles,
That cover the faces of disguise,
From the sweet true lies,
That make us “wise”,
From the million tries,
That pay no price,
From the deep ‘flashing’ eyes,
That tell a story of cries,
I see the colours of life unseen,
Mystified over time that have been.

Different from the colours we define,
The ‘colours of life’ always shine,
The eyes can’t reflect,
Only instinct can deflect,
The true nature never exists,
Only joy it consists,
Beauty extrudes, outlines refine,
Crystals nurture, meanings re-define,
From the REAL eyes, I see the unseen,
Colours of life, always true they have been….!!!(Varun K. Sharma).
Thank You!!

Apae : The Price Of Free Review

18th May,2013. That Saturday was no ordinary Saturday night for music in Ghana. It was the night of the VGMAs,arguably the biggest music awards show in the country. Tema based duo R2Bees undoubtedly shadowed all other winners on the night with a whopping six awards. So much so that nobody seemed to noticed a new king of Ghanaian rap music had been crowned that night.Kwame Ametepee Tsikata commonly known as M.anifest.His recent release the extended play Apae : The Price of Free ,is the follow up to the Madina bred rapper’s rather impressive effort Immigrant Chronicles. It might be too early in the year but this record has earned its place on my end of year review. Judging by the quality of this release the rapper has no intentions of relinquinshing his Rapper of the Year crown to another. Here is a track by track review of the EP


Singitdamnit : M.anifest “celebrates his elevation” with a grand opening to the EP which sets the mood for the whole album with drums and horns accompanying M Dot’s flow. A necessary opener for the reigning rapper of the year in Ghana

Someway Bi: “Driving in a storm, how I fit see ahead.Weather forecast, a bit nippy I heard
Beggars can’t choose, but be picky instead, 9 to 5 blues, kick me I’m dead”.
Magnificent indigenous production slightly reminiscent of my personal favourite on M3nsa’s No. 1 Mango Street “Anaa”. A true workers’ jam. After the frustrations of waking up at dawn just to avoid traffic so as to make it to work early, a stressful week, and the all too frequent dumsors who won’t TGIF and punch the clock at exactly 5 to chill out at Verbs (a local pub at Madina Rawlings Circle)?. The album also features a refix of this song with a more danceable production for those of us who’d want to dance the frustrations of the week away on Friday

Ebei (Dreamkillers) : “Undisputed champion who am I?”.It’s such witty double entendres from this Madina bred rapper which set him apart from the throng of Ghanaian rappers. He expresses his desire to be the alpha male of the Ghanaian rap industry despite dreamkillers conspiring to retract him from his aspirations on the first single from the EP.

Right Here ( ft. Paapa) : The first song on Apae which features another artiste. The featured artiste Paapa delivers an excellent hook with superlative Miguel-esque vocals. The standout of this record has got to be either the hook or the second verse from M.anifest. Bars on bars. Definitely one of the best verses on the EP which validates his claim on this song about the legacy he will leave for posterity.

Debi Debi : A thought provoking song which asks pertinent questions about the Ghanaian status quo. Might raise a few eyebrows in our extensively polarised political arena but from a disinterested view all the questions asked by the rapper seem justified.

Mind Games: M. Dot laments on this record from a guy’s perspective about a relationship which seems to be giving the rapper migraine. Relatively the weakest track on this album by his high standards could easily pass as the best song on most Ghanaian rappers’ album.

Never Feel (ft. Blackway) : A track which explores a similar theme as Ebei and has the second feature on the album.

Post Azonto Blues: M.anifest tells the story of an azonto girl who’s only assets seem to be her vital statistics and her only aspiration being to bag a rich dude who drives a C class. Innovative

Big Sixes: Benjamins or Big Sixes? Call it what you want but you gotta admit, “every blessed day mind dey on the Big Six”.M.anifest explores the concept of the picture of the Big Six ( who fought for Ghana’s independence) found on the Ghanaian currency, the Cedi here. While his colleagues in the rap industry keep chorusing the “Cash Rules” refrain , M.anifest strikes a healthy balance between “A good name is better than riches” and “Cash rules” on this track. Impresive

No Shortcut To Heaven (ft. Obrafuor) : This promises to be the biggest hit from the album not only because it has the biggest feature on the EP ( hiplife legend Obrafuor sings the hook) but also because M.anifest competently tells how hardwork is needed to make it to one’s dream since there’s no shortcut to heaven.He even displays his broad musical knowledge as he alludes to Donny Hathaway’s Young,Gifted and Black in the first verse

Just Because…

the musement

Have you ever stayed up late (and I mean very late), knowing perfectly well you have to be awake early the next morning? It sucks waking up the next morning. Really, it does. Every corner of your being craves a few more hours of quality time with your bed: But you have to be up! Sucks . . . first class! With saggy eyelids, sore eyes and brain cells working at levels barely midway between sleep and wakefulness, you crawl out of bed and shuffle your way out of your room. You bump into someone out in the hallway: Your eyes are barely open and you’re not sure if it’s your brother or sister, or maybe the dog practicing ‘stand-ups’ on its hind feet. You mumble out some two-word phrase, which you believe was “Good morning.” Actually, it ended up sounding more like “Wood warming.” What on earth is that…

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Screw The Reviews!


Ten days into the new year’s a pretty odd time to release my personal review for the past year. Truth is I wasn’t going to until I read a number of end of year reviews. My musical intelligence and iTunes tracklist felt pretty insulted. So I decided to put out a concise end of year music review. My end of year music review. The albums are listed in order of artiste’s names. I wouldn’t justify any of my inclusions since that’ll make this blog a pretty long one. But I’d try to justify a few major exclusions in at most a sentence or two.I have to get it off my chest in the hope it ends up being therapeutic to this generation’s seemingly ailing musical taste. “Once you free your mind about a concept of harmony or music being correct you can do whatever you want” – Giorgio

1. My Fav Albums Of 2013
Like A Rose – Ashley Monroe
Acid Rap – Chance The Rapper
Random Access Memories – Daft Punk
iTunes Session – fun.(2013)
English Rain – Gabrielle Aplin
Days Are Gone – HAIM
Born Sinner – J. Cole
Overgrown – James Blake
The Electric Lady – Janelle Monae
Love In The Future – John Legend
Paradise Valley – John Mayer
The 20/20 Experience 1 – Justin Timberlake
Same Trailer Different Park – Kacey Musgraves
Yeezus – Kanye West
Ketevan – Katie Melua
To Be Loved – Michael Buble
My Name Is My Name -Pusha T
Modern Vampires Of The City -Vampire Weekend
Kissland – The Weeknd

2. Major Albums That Didn’t Make The Cut
Beyonce – Beyonce : Impressive album but had just two weeks in 2013 to digest it.Couldn’t risk indigestion
Nothing Was The Same -Drake: Played the full album just about twice.A grown man who emotes frequently gets annoying with time
MMLP2 – Eminem :A bit too familiar.
Magna Carta Holy Grail – Jay Z : No rapper excites me more.But my bias wasn’t even enough to get him a place
Sail Out – Jhene Aiko : Sounds like an unintended sequel to her first mixtape
The 20/20 Experience 2 – Justin Timberlake : The 20/20 Experience 1 set a high standard I guess
Pure Heroine – Lorde :She’s getting the praise Lana del Rey deserves because she was born a decade or so late
Blurred Lines – Robin Thicke : Irony.Robin’s worst album produces his best hit song

3. Songs Released In 2013 That I Enjoyed (Songs Not On Any Of My Fav Albums Of The Year But I Enjoyed)
A to Z – Alice Russell
Slipping Away – Bilal
We’re Far Enough From Heaven Now We Can Freak Out – Deep Cotton
Oceans – Jay Z ft Frank Ocean
Heaven –Jay Z
Let Us Move On – Dido ft Kendrick Lamar
Spread The Love – Kenny Chesney (Feat. The Wailers With Elan)
Can’t Live With The World – Laura Mvula
Just Give Me A Reason – Pink ft Nate Ruess
Blurred Lines – Robin Thicke

4. Albums NOT Released In 2013 I Enjoyed
Tapestry – Carole King (1971)
Be – Common (2005)
The Sea – Corinne Bailey Rae(2010)
Extension Of A Man – Donny Hathaway (1973)
Our Version Of Events – Emeli Sande (2012)
Night Train – Jason Aldean(2012)
Priscilla – JMSN (2011)
good kid M.A.A.D City – Kendrick Lamar(2012)
MTV Unplugged – Lauryn Hill (2002)
Kaleidoscope Dream – Miguel (2012)
Babel – Mumford & Sons (2012)
Hip Hop Is Dead – Nas(2006)
Hearts & Bones – Paul Simon (1983)
Still Crazy After All These Years- Paul Simon(1975)
Stone Rollin’ – Raphael Saadiq (2011)
True – Solange (2012)
Dead & Born & Grown -The Staves (2012)
Fufillingness’ First Finale – Stevie Wonder (1974)

5. Songs NOT Released In 2013 That I Enjoyed (Not On Any Of My Fav Old Albums For The Year)
Melt My Heart To Stone – Adele (2008)
Tired Of Being Alone – Al Green
Not Even The King – Alicia Keys(2012)
Michelle – The Beatles (1965)
Towers – Bon Iver (2011)
The Ghetto – Donny Hathaway (1970)
Forrest Gump – Frank Ocean (2012)
American Wedding – Frank Ocean (2010)
The Gambler – fun. (2010)
Live High – Jason Mraz (2008)
Wait For Me – Motopony (2009)
Little Lou, Prophet Jack, Ugly John – Norah Jones ft Belle & Sebastien
Ballad of the Sad Young Men – Roberta Flack (1969)
Where Is The Love – Donny Hathaway & Roberta Flack (1972)

The Year Of the Horse!

trojan+horseThe world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.

Wise words from a wise man,Tolkien.Okay time to cut the crap. That was just a cheap shot at making you think I’m this totally wise dude. Something dumb Blay would do.Please don’t leave

The ‘365th’ is slowly whiling away.19:58GMT.An uncomfortably stuffy room.A frightening gaunt young man lying in bed.Idle and bored.Bored out of my mind.Bored enough to feel like giving this blogging bilge a shot again

First posts on blogs have got to be the most difficult.Especially if you are as boring as yours truly. The proverbial literary pole is not for all to dance on.Literary boners are hard to induce. Blue pills don’t exist.And I find not writing for over 3 years has left me with the body and looks of Whoopi Goldberg.Unless of course that turns you on,then… Ok ok no cheap jokes.

Time really does fly.My my!I could swear it was less than a year ago a certain Selorm & I were strolling on campus as freshers on our first day in school trying to figure out where was where.Funny night.A topic for another day People keep reminding me I’m less than 6 months away from graduating. Could bet my last hard earned cedi it was just a fortnight ago I was ringing in 2013 in church.It’s as if the heavens are playing some really sick practical joke on humanity and having a good laugh.God has a sense of humor.

New year.2014.Quite strangely & as against the grain as it may seem, I do have a resolution.The simplest of resolutions.Easiest to keep. I just don’t choose to call it a resolution. I find the word gives a certain ephemeral touch to things.You find yourself saying “fuck this ” halfway through January. Let’s just call it what I intend doing in ’14.I hope to be merrier.Noticed I wasn’t this year.

The Chinese call this a year of the horse. Hopefully our collective balls will be intact at the end of the year as we dig our knees in.

Ok then here’s to life,an enjoyable horse ride, fun,good music,best of annoying new friends we would wish we could strangle,provocative tweets and boring blogs in 2014.Break a leg & giddy up!Xo