The Man's Central Park gig pretty much sums up the pros and cons of contemporary big-name soukous. It dances on non-stop with the idiom's patented driving prettiness, beguiling as all-get-out but without peaks and valleys, in a steady-state hyper-competence that never sags but never builds. These guys can play endlessly without effort or attention: in fact, if they went home their instruments would just keep on trucking all by themselves.
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AllMusic Review by John Storm Roberts