Sampha – Process
The first time I came across
Sampha was when he was lending his sublime vocals to the SBTRKT album. His
voice had an unusual tone to it. Pained, deep, expressive. I wouldn’t call it
beautiful but beauty is only skin deep. Sampha’s voice draws you in, wraps
itself around you and doesn’t let go. It leaves its mark. It haunts you. I saw
him sing with SBTRKT at KOKO several years ago. Aaron Jerome - the driving
force behind SBTRKT - and Sampha, were both wearing tribal type masks, which
was the SBTRKT thing and Jerome, liking his beats high in the mix, drowned out
Sampha’s voice in the boom. Musically, Process
lets Sampha’s voice breathe, yet there is always something interesting,
subtly bubbling away in the background. Sampha’s lyrics are engaging and he is
shown off to the best of his potential, no longer living off other peoples
tracks – SBTRKT, Solange, to name two – but striding forward in his own right. The
brooding intensity of Plastic 100°c leads onto the foreboding panic of Blood On Me – “Grey hoodies they cover their
heads…” sings Sampha, with paranoia,
and the scene is set. Process was written following the death of Sampha’s
mother from cancer. It is a heartfelt, intimate and emotional piece of work. (No One Knows Me) Like The Piano is a
beautiful way to remember his mum. When
you put yourself on the line in this way, with all the elements - vocals, lyrics
and music, all coming together - you deserve to create something special. Sampha
is no longer hiding behind a mask but doing it all in his own right.