My First Album!

Album Information:

The Woima Collective was born from deep within the brass sec on of renowned German funk unit Poets Of Rhythm, as tenor sax player Johan- nes Schleiermacher became immersed in the rhythms and modes of the African music that the Poets love so much.

Johannes got inspired by the African rhythms a er some excursions to Morocco, where he picked up lots of old casse es and soaked up the very natural musical environment out there. People si ng out in the open jam- ming away was a far cry from his academic and classical training, and this Moroccan music seemed to flow from the heart. Johannes par cularly like the feeing of celebra on and healing at the Gnawan trance performances, where the dance and music was so interlinked.

He also met Ethiopian jazz ambassador Mulatu Astatke, who taught him more about the different musical modes. A er that Johannes just knew he had to play with other people who also loved this music and shared the same spirit and ideas. A er an ini al period of wri ng he brought together a group of ten musicians, with a view to recording a single. Combining the fiery rhythm sec on, with keys, guitar, and a five-man brass and woodwind combo, Johannes took the name for the group from a Guinean rhythm that his percussionist friend taught him – Woima, the rhythm of the magician.

Despite some of these musicians never having played together before,
the studio sessions snowballed, and they ended up recording a couple of album’s worth of material. Some credit to this produc vity should also go to the Lovelite facility in Berlin, the club/rehearsal space/studio where Jimi Tenor and the Afrobeat Academy also record – where the set-up makes
it easy to rehearse ideas and then hit record. So a er three days rehear- sal and a pair of two-day sessions, the Woima Collec ve had laid down
a heap of tracks – well-formed arrangements that make perfect star ng points for their live versions.

Combining the ght funk of groups like The Heliocentrics and the Poets Of Rhythm, with gnarly abyssinian brass and classic Mulatu-esque organ licks, the twelve tracks on Tezeta breeze into Europe on the Siroccan winds. At mes, the band nods to dubby workouts like on the track ‘No Way But S ll Walking’, at other mes the brass sec on threaten to get free and atonal on the album closer ‘Wilder Mann’. Nevertheless Tezeta takes the cohesive pulse of North Africa, and fits it in a groove that will run and run for days. The Woima Collec ve celebrates the hypno c beauty of Ethiopian scales and African rhythms, but creates an unique sound out of those influences, leaving lots of space for the individual band members to do their dance.