Can somebody please wake up Ghostpoet? He's sounding a bit sleepy. Ghostpoet (a.k.a. Obaro Ejimiwe) is a British singer, rapper, producer, and purveyor of down-tempo trip-hop, back with his first album since 2011's Peanut Butter Blues & Melancholy Jam. His delicious accent on his new offering Some Say I So I Say Light is similar to that of fellow British MCs Roots Manuva or DELS, characterised by his drowsy and half-lidded flow.

"I runs awake in a dream," Ghostpoet explains on opener 'Cold Win'. Scattered horns close out the track, while we find Ghostpoet hearing voices at the train station on the next, and then considering bus stop realities on 'Dial Tones'. Some Say I… is a darker, later vision than his previous work, set in an ominous nighttime. Don't worry though, this album isn't about his midnight journey to the shop.

Instead, 'Plastic Bag Brain' brings about a new tone to the album, introducing a fluid, bright guitar line set in front of a shuffling, upbeat snare. And Ghostpoet begins to get down to his dilemma. "Take me to a place I'd rather go", he begs, shivering by a river. It's the first real sense of direction on the album, pleading and curious, rather than a Springsteen-ian desire for escape; it's more subtle and self-questioning than Theophilus London's 'Humdrum Town'


He asks again on the next track, 'ThymeThymeThyme', "Maybe it's time to find out where I want to be?"

'Meltdown' is then self-explanatory. Woodpecker Wooliams delivers a stunning hook, providing a warm heart to the cold mechanics of the song, ending with some weepy strings and a beat so jittery that Tom Yorke would dance to it. 'Dorsal Morsel' soon follows with a lovely guest spot from Gwilym Gold. Beautifully produced, new-wave synths lift the song into a final build, slowly taking off into a blinding-white-light kind of ascension.

Plunging back into the delicate chaos for 'MSI musmiD', Ghostpoet gives us more mumbles and another soundscape, with checkout bleeps and police sirens swirling amongst the sea of found noises. "Dim Sum and Noodles make me feel alright" slurs Ghostpoet. You can see him anxiously huddled on a couch in an apartment, eating cheap Chinese in the glow of the TV. "Lone behold the time has come when fear takes over me" he admits next, on 'Deaf', with the kind of beat you can comfortably curl up into a ball and have a nervous breakdown to.

The album closes by slipping back into darkness. Strings carry 'Comatose' to its rest, back to cold waters and being alone. It's a bleak end to a journey that is not without highlights. Ghostpoet's music excels most when it's given a soft, beating centre, often found in the guest features. "Baby, it's my heart / this time I've got to follow it" he says on 'Meltdown'. It will be interesting to see where Ghostpoet follows it next.


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