The Egyptian Lover, or Gregory James Broussard to his mum, is as Egyptian as I am, which is not at all. Yet he has conjured up a parallel world in which Egypt is a den of iniquity over which he presides. Not only that, but he’s done it to an electro beat from Los Angeles looking like the president of the Rick James fan club. Of course, emerging in the early 80s and keeping going throughout that decade also meant that his style crossed over into embryonic hip-hop, and he is also considered to be a West Coast pioneering influence. The lyrics are repetitive and ridiculous, but good fun, as are the beats, complete with cliched stylophonic middle eastern squiggle. I wonder what Mo Salah would make of this?
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