Review

TRESOR replenishes timeless nostalgia with his latest offering Motion

Capturing the essence of love, life, perseverance, and realized dreams Tresor’s fourth album, Motions, is the right kind of triggering that effortlessly took me through the diaspora of an authentic African experience both experienced and imagined.

This album has effectively become the soundtrack of my childhood memories, a time capsule of all the wonders I took for granted in my rush to be a grown-up. I couldn’t help but send the Spotify link of the rendition of Afro-jazz legends Stimela’s “Zwakala” to my father and sisters to have a good laugh about the golden era of SABC 1, where the late Menzi Ngubane would be couple goals with Sonia Mbele in Generations right before the dusty streets of Soweto filled our screens with Zone 14.

Or how “Naimbe”, named after a port in South West Angola, fits the vacation dreams my partner and I have because she’s so alternative with her preferences of how she wants to experience the world.

The miracles that are captured by the deep house sound of “Lighthouse”, the amapiano grooves of “Makosa” and “Nyota” convinced me that being a little extroverted will not kill me and that I should probably accept the next invitation to The Sun Dance event in my hometown of Pietermaritzburg.

If ever I needed a sign to visit one of my late grandmother’s homeland of Matatiele in the Eastern Cape, or to visit my living grandmother from Greytown, KwaZulu-Natal for tea, scones, and memorabilia of how naughty I was as a child, Motions serves as that reminder. A sign to go home, to return to self and experience the magic of my Africanacity.