The Man's Central Park gig pretty much sums up the pros and cons of contemporary big-name soukous. It dances on non-stop with the idiom's patented driving prettiness, beguiling as all-get-out but without peaks and valleys, in a steady-state hyper-competence that never sags but never builds. These guys can play endlessly without effort or attention: in fact, if they went home their instruments would just keep on trucking all by themselves. ~ John Storm Roberts, Original Music