Moor Mother – CLEPSYDRA

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“Somebody should get this shit down
Otherwise no one will believe it”

Camae Ayewa’s work as Moor Mother grows more and more transcendental as the years pass. It’s experimental music with a purpose and an open heart, blending poetry, music and Afrofuturistic ideas into a powerful whole. CLEPSYDRA, released at the start of May, is every bit as benevelont as its predecessors, perhaps even more so. Intended to help writers through creative blocks, CLEPSYDRA journeys down roads and across vistas, merges field recordings of nature with mechanical whirrings and dissonant instruments, and puts the voice of the Black orator front and center. It’s at once a piece with Ayewa’s previous albums, but also an altogether warmer record than any of them; perhaps it’s the specific sounds, or the melodies she blends together, but there’s a heightened lushness to tracks like “LOOKING UP AT DOWN” and “WAITING TIME / WADING TIME” that accentuates the dissonance. Wisely, the record never breaks its focus right up to its chilling end; in the disembodied words of eloquent poets and the ominous clang of hands on keys, CLEPSYDRA keeps its secrets hidden but is designed to lead the listener through open-ended questions and chilling conclusions. Listen, then listen again. And then write.