“Every wall you build, I’ll knock it down to the floor,” the Sri Lankaraised, London-based Maya Arulpragasam testifies over the syncopated clang of someone knocking mightily on a cold metal door. And with that, she captures nothing less than the sound of the third world demanding entry to the first.
Like its creator (who was denied a U.S. visa while making much of this album), Kala is rooted in several cultures, but resides in none. Quoting the Modern Lovers’ proto-punk “Roadrunner” in the opening “Bamboo Banga,” the lifelong refugee goes 100 mph throughout this intensified follow-up to her acclaimed 2005 debut, Arular. It’s so heavy with percussion, both internationally man-made and machine-generated, that it evokes a street fair where each reveler is banging away on every available surface.
There’s the occasional fleet-footed love song, like “Jimmy,” where a Bollywood string melody skips across a bed of oompa-loompa Europop synths; and the menacing “20 Dollar” nicks chord changes from New Order’s “Blue Monday.” But mostly there are just drums, gangs of children, and gunshots building tension like a ghetto marching band, but denying melodic release.
At a time when more Americans than ever feel like outsiders in their own country, M.I.A.’s border-crossing dance pop is a revolutionary manifesto set to the victory-party vibe of the future.