Ibrahim Ag Alhabib

The desert is ablaze. Only the enemy is left there now, with the orphaned child and the rotting carcasses of the herds. Men have double crossed the people. Traded them in for food and provisions. They lie to us, then come to see us in the company of our enemies.

The Tuaregs of Tinariwen are the kings of North African blues. All it takes are a few notes to transport the audience at the Nuits de Fourvière to the heart of the Sahara.

Tinariwen: live at Gothenburg.