Most of us are much the same, whatever our perceived differences. Zoom in closely enough on the matter that makes us - our bones, blood, skin; our souls - and, really, we're very alike. And we all go through our share of bad situations, whatever our today might encompass. But we still have another thing in common: tomorrow can be whatever we want it to be.
'Shedding Skin' is tomorrow, today - for its maker, it's the manifestation of a new challenge, of fresh thinking, after a preceding album of necessary catharsis. If you think you know multifaceted musician Ghostpoet, think again. While the past is important, this singular artist's third studio album is a brave, confident stride into previously unexplored methodologies and untapped inspiration - it's a reboot of sorts, the reinvention and distillation of traits that have so far made the man's reputation. Nothing here sounds like a style stuck on repeat.
Explicitly personal insights have become wider perspectives: after 2013's 'Some Say I So I Say Light' LP purged London-based Obaro Ejimiwe of lingering spectres born of a relationship breakdown, 'Shedding Skin' allows him to refocus on what he loves: sitting, observing, processing, creating. In some respects 'Shedding Skin' harks back to Ghostpoet's Mercury Prize-nominated debut of 2011, 'Peanut Butter Blues & Melancholy Jam', in its assembly at least: then, he was free of baggage, loose-limbed and able to capture a moment and spin it into a song; now, he's in a comparable place, but has skilfully circumvented potential complacency by opening the door to creative collaboration while also placing strict conditions on the recording process.