The Lijadu sisters are certainly repetitious, but not exponentially more repetitious than a lot of other pop acts.

Yet something about their album made the iterations leap out at me. Part of it, no doubt, is the duo’s particular brand of Nigerian funk, which lopes along hypnotically on a single boiling groove, with the lyrics floating on top less to convey meaning than to induce trance. Part of it may be something as simple as their accent. To my