Gallardo by Runtown ft. Davido

In Gallardo, Runtown and Davido overrun the town with absorbing Thum and Miel [= Music and Dance]. The ear and the eye are finely catered for. Immersed in all that pampering, the spirit levitates and soars. Gimme mo! But wait, that's just the initial read.

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The song's tone has a certain ambivalence to it -- a double-edged intent, or effect. It charms. Yet it appears to lull and to 'prepare'. Everyone's seemingly in an imposed waiting mode -- for a far bigger thing than the dancing that reads like the culmination of the day the're having. And yet no one's about to emit the subtle waiting vibes that can alert anyone to pick and run with. 

Everyone seems stuck between a Before (that's not to be spoken of, and an After that can neither be figured out nor escaped. An ever-present fire-shower, as a premonition, is pure pre-Vesuvian. Blackout and spare light? Some kind of pre-ritual ritual.

No one really knows where anyone's going to go with any of this maneno. And yet everyone waits and waits -- dancing, singing -- for the story to end, after a fashion, and for the suspense to go bust.