Ignore all the cheesy keyboards and drum machines here. Focus instead on the voices raised in praise and those glorious, open harmonies and percussive grunts that mark the music as ineffably South African. The singing, mostly in Zulu or Xhosa, isn't quite as wild as its transatlantic cousin — there's a mild Anglican restraint to much of it — but it can still generate heat and a few surprises, like the female lead with the Holy Cross Choir whose endearing bleat of a vibrato sounds eerily and worryingly like T. Rex's Marc Bolan, or the aptly-named Holy Spirits Choir who send joy flying out of the speakers when they hit full flow. The stately Ladysmith Black Mambazo are included, of course, and instantly recognizable, but each ensemble has its distinctive sound. And those two versions of "Nkosa Sikelela"? They fit perfectly, a hymn that's now part of the South African national anthem as the sacred and secular cross paths.