To really enjoy the full effect of the bala you have to go to West Africa. Preferably on a warm, humid night, with the sound of cicadas filling the background. When the bala player (or balafo) really gets going the gourds will start to hum - and the spirits will awake. As I said, you'll have to go there yourself to experience this. Don't take my word.
I hate to disappoint you, but this cassette doesn't produce the same effect. But if anyone can get close it's Molobali Keita*. He's from the Sikasso region of Mali, and one of those artists that are at risk of remaining anonymous in the West (like Karamoko Keita). He has produced a string of cassettes (neatly numbered), and I can recommend any of those, or all if you can find them (and if you do, let me know!).

And here is the fourth volume of the series.
*or Molobaly

3 comments:
Volume is on...
My eyes closed...
Memories take me...
Thanks a lot.
thank you!
love the balafon!
Lovely: for some reason the drums seemed more insistent on this vol, but hey that's only a minor drawback, this is beautiful stuff. THank you!
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