Olamide has always been a master of reinvention. With 11 albums under his belt, he's still not just relevant; he's essential. Rising from the streets of Bariga with raw Yoruba-spit bravado. From Eyan Mayweather to Carpe Diem, and more recently, Ikigai, Olamide has never missed a beat. His ability to shift with the times while keeping his core intact is part of what makes him so timeless. Man has steady been blessing our ears for years, and he hasn’t held back his excellence one bit. And with Olamidé, he proves once again he’s that GUY.

The album kicks off with Prelude, and it’s instantly clear that this isn’t business as usual. Gone are the hard-hitting intros we’re used to; instead, for fifty-five seconds, we are serenaded with Fxrtune’s soul-soaked vocals to welcome you to newness.

Another standout track is his chemistry with Wizkid on “Kai!” I live for their collabs cause they always hit. Wizkid’s vocals have a way of blending perfectly with Olamide’s energetic sound, and that births constant summer anthems, as we have seen in the past. Wizkid returns to the “Billionaires Club”, bringing his signature smoothness to an already luxurious production.

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Olamide raises the stakes even higher on “99”, a powerhouse track featuring Asake, Seyi Vibez, Young Jonn, and Daecolm. Each artist delivered their polling unit, sticking to their sound but bouncing off properly on the beat.

The album leans into high-profile collabs: Dr. Dre brings a subtle hip-hop polish, Popcaan slides in with dancehall grit, and Darkoo adds an international R&B twist on “Billionaires Club.”

Some tracks still keep it grounded, though, like “Rain” and “Stronger,” where Olamide’s storytelling is brought to life. In “Hybrid” and “Lalakipo,” he adds his streetwise charm that we know him for. The blend of this body of work serves as the connective tissue that makes 17 tracks feel purposeful, not padded.

Nothing here is a miss but it isn’t flawless either. Some tracks flirt with filler territory, and a few mid-album vibes don't stick as memorably. Still, calling it anything less than “solid” would be selling it short. And while at first it seemed the album lacked the depth of past efforts, it still hits hard the more you listen.

When I hit play, what stands out aside from the production magic is Olamide himself. He’s more strategic, seasoned, and comfortable with every beat and guest cameo. In the end, Olamidé is proof that Olamide hasn’t lost touch with the streets that birthed him, nor the breadth that carried him beyond them. A fulfilling, star-laced, sonically rich ride that keeps him at the front of the Afrobeat pantheon.

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