It now seems curious that London electro-soul singer Sampha made his name as a collaborator with other mononyms—Kanye, Drake, Solange—when he had such a singular,
achingly personal drive at his core: the long cancer battle and eventual death of his mother, and his struggle to come to terms with it.
Grief runs through his long-awaited debut, Process, like a solitary, sustained note,
his luscious voice like a cry padded with cotton and shredding at the corners. The album is as effortful in discovery as the title suggests,
but it edges away from neat resolutions and Hallmark platitudes.
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