A young boy... Found and raised by American missionaries, the only survivor of a non-violent African tribe, whose members, entranced by ancient rhythms, had the ability to communicate with animals and to run like cheetahs... Pulled apart from this original enchanted world, he grew amongst us, down-to-earth westerners. He tried to adapt as much as he could but remained very much rooted in the land of his ancestors. Still haunted and nourished by his origins, he engraved the rhythms of his Land into the grooves of an Omega Disk...The year is 1959 and the Exotica music is in full swing. Beautiful women with banana belts and flower necklaces are gathering serious attention by seducing each and every Average Joe dreaming of sunny holidays on exotic islands populated by colorful birds ... Low-cost travel and mass tourism were on their way !Chaino and his African Percussion, capable of playing for 17 hours straight, 7 percussions at the same time. They recorded Jungle Echoes as a sublime delirium, an absurd myth, an imaginary product of his past!A unbelievable record made of rhythms and shouts, a jungle, a furnace, a disturbing trip in the imaginary world of this unrivaled percussionist, this son of Africa, no matter what, regardless of his legend and of the myth surrounding his real origin. A dangerously addictive and syncopated atomic bomb of a record. Reissued hand in hand with Moi J’Connais.
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