Album Review: Sikiru Ayinde Barrister’s Masterpiece
Man, let me tell ya—this album by Sikiru Ayinde Barrister? It’s one of those records that just sticks to your soul. You know how some albums feel like they’re made for the background? This ain’t it. This is front-and-center stuff, raw and real, like a conversation with an old friend who always tells it straight.
First off, I gotta shout out “Omo Aje.” Oh wow, this track hits you right in the chest. The rhythm feels alive, almost like it’s breathing along with you. There’s something about the way Barrister blends traditional Fuji vibes with these sharp, modern twists—it’s messy but in the best way possible. Like when life throws chaos at you, but somehow everything still makes sense. His voice has this raspy confidence that pulls you in deep, and before you realize it, you're nodding your head like crazy. That hook? Forget about it. Stuck on repeat in my brain for days now.
Then there’s “Igi Nla.” Man, oh man. This one feels personal, like he wrote it just for me (yeah, I know that sounds dumb, but roll with me here). The percussion slaps hard—it’s impossible not to move to it. And then his lyrics come pouring through, all poetic yet grounded, talking ‘bout struggles and dreams. I swear, every time I hear it, I think about my own hustle, the times I wanted to give up but didn’t. It’s more than music; it’s fuel for your grind. Plus, the energy builds so steadily, like climbing a hill only to find paradise waiting at the top. Goosebumps every single time.
What gets me most about this album is its heart. Barrister doesn’t try too hard to impress anyone—he just lets the music speak for itself. Some parts might sound rough around the edges, sure, but isn’t that what makes it human? Perfectly polished things never stay with you as long as the ones that feel real.
And honestly, while writing this review, I started thinking… why do we even categorize music sometimes? Because if you told me this was jazz or hip-hop or whatever else, I’d believe you. Maybe great art doesn’t fit neatly into boxes. Maybe it spills over, breaks boundaries, and reminds us we’re all connected no matter where we come from.
So yeah, listen to this album. Let it soak into your bones. Just don’t blame me if you end up dancing alone in your room like nobody's watching.
