Salif Keita City Hall Theatre February 23 and 24 The Golden Voice of Africa, Salif Keita, lived up to his moniker last night when he proved 'world music' can be widely accessible. While the majestic range of vocals from the 57-year-old singer stole the show, it mattered not to those who knew neither language that the lyrics were mostly sung in his native Malian dialect of Bambara, broken very occasionally with a French phrase. Numbers from his eight-album repertoire reflected his musical evolution, which has incorporated Latin, jazz, rock - and, more recently, native Arabian-tinged Malian sounds, though sometimes as samples or programmed synthesised keyboard ranges. The short opening number was the calm before the storm. It was a lively, mostly instrumental, piece that allowed the audience an introduction to the back-up team of seven string, percussion and drum musicians, two charismatic female singers-cum-dancers and one manic male dancer. Then on walked Keita, a vision of humbleness in his flowing braided grey hair and white robe and pants. A few bars into his first song with the band, Keita held up his hands and the music stopped as he briefly dropped to his knees. 'This is African music: we have to dance,' he declared to the audience, which didn't need asking twice. Last year's M'Bemba album provided a significant chunk of the almost two-hour set. The vibe from the stage transmitted a mixture of moods, from relaxed to angst-ridden to boomingly celebratory. House favourites were hard to determine, as the response to everything was positive. Dreadlocked Harouna Samake got regular whoops when he played the kamale n'goni (African eight-stringed bush guitar) with extravagant yet fun showmanship. Golden Voice; golden musicians; golden dancers. Golden gig.