Maurice Kirya, dubbed the King of Mwooyo, is renowned for a unique kind of music. Music he labels Mwooyo, or soul music depending on the kind of kindergarten you attended. His music massages the soul. No, let’s say; when you listen to his music, you feel your soul sneak out. Does that ring a bell? His music seems well-baked, sullen and unbelievably unique with a slight touch of mellow, peppered with slow, rich ingredients. He has done quite well over the past years; churning out songs that come off as ladies’ soundtracks. Well, ladies love him for his quintessential male charm, dazzling good looks and an amazingly smooth voice. He sings like a bird, Maurice. And he, now, yanks off his apron, staggers from the kitchen and comes with a new ballad called Money.
Now, Money seems to have been cut from a different cloth if you are a fly on the wall in Maurice’s musical life. When you listen to it, there is no Maurice Kirya emblazoned on it. It is different. It is unusual, at least from a chain of Maurice Kirya’s iconic music. And, gladly, it will sweep you off your feet, if you allow it. It is a dancehall tune. And when was the last time Maurice Kirya did a dancehall song? Since Abraham was a kid? Well, he did Work It Out. He delicately skirted through it and did justice to dancehall genre. It was a good ballad with an equally good video.
And Money doesn’t seem to be different from Work It Out. Produced from Swangz Avenue, Money might be worth the money. If you’re a fanatic of Maurice Kirya, you will probably struggle to listen to it for the first time. But hang on to your bloomers, pull your chair closer and let it simmer in your head. It will settle in. Hell, you will catch yourself nodding silently. On Money, Maurice’s terrifyingly good vocals he had showcased over the past years don’t come out, no. They are hidden, ducked inside the heavy instrumentation. But a keen ear will listen to them. And that same keen ear will discover the richness that is Maurice’s writing skills. The witty lyrics therein that seem to say “Maurice was here!” They are the musical finger prints that sell out Maurice Kirya because, believe me on this, Maurice doesn’t seem to come out of his sojourn on this. But nonetheless, he decides to churn out a nice tune, changes the genre the way a talented crooner would do. Even though the song seems to be played in the different key, complete opposite of Maurice’s Mwooyo music zone, it remains a smart song. A club banger of sort. A song that you would dance to with your cheap malt nestled in your hands in club. Good song, this one!
Reviewed by Nimusiima
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