Sean Paul, The Trinity
One-dimensional return from the former collaboration king
Steve Yates
Sunday September 18, 2005
Sean Paul's second album, Dutty Rock, solidified the bond between dancehall and hip hop, yielding numerous star cameos and earning the deejay the soubriquet 'collabo king'. Surprising, then, that his follow-up retreats into Jamaica, using a fusillade of local producers and vocalists, but in return exposing Paul's seriously one-dimensional oeuvre. Almost all of The Trinity's 19 tracks concern sex or, very occasionally, love, with only the hymn to departed friends, 'Seasons', suggesting Paul writes with anything but his dick. Though 'Ever Blazin" should prove irresistible, The Trinity hovers uncomfortably between all-out pop and hardcore ragga camps and is unlikely to satisfy either crowd.
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Im sorry but this is one of the most lame-ass reviews I have seen in a long time. Anyone who knows the first thing about dancehall and reggae can tell you that this record is actually pretty damned good.
As for "retreating to Jamaica", how can this be a bad thing? Reggae speaking independently, in its own voice, without the filter of US pop - the effrontery!
This whole wrongheaded critique roughly translates to me as: "This music may be good for adding the occasional exotic flourish to records by Beyonce and Gwen Stefani, but other than that, it's worth nothing. The damned impudence of these people trying to make globally successful music that appeals to a mainstream audience on its own terms - when will they learn their place!?"
Also, if it had been reviewed by someone with the faintest knowledge of this music, they'd know that there is no such track as "Seasons" included on this album (it's actually "Never Be The Same" on Donovan Bennett's Seasons riddim) and be aware that the dividing line between "hardcore ragga and all-out pop" is a fiction - each is the other when you're in a dance and there's room for everything.
What a waste of ink.
One-dimensional return from the former collaboration king
Steve Yates
Sunday September 18, 2005
Sean Paul's second album, Dutty Rock, solidified the bond between dancehall and hip hop, yielding numerous star cameos and earning the deejay the soubriquet 'collabo king'. Surprising, then, that his follow-up retreats into Jamaica, using a fusillade of local producers and vocalists, but in return exposing Paul's seriously one-dimensional oeuvre. Almost all of The Trinity's 19 tracks concern sex or, very occasionally, love, with only the hymn to departed friends, 'Seasons', suggesting Paul writes with anything but his dick. Though 'Ever Blazin" should prove irresistible, The Trinity hovers uncomfortably between all-out pop and hardcore ragga camps and is unlikely to satisfy either crowd.
link here
Im sorry but this is one of the most lame-ass reviews I have seen in a long time. Anyone who knows the first thing about dancehall and reggae can tell you that this record is actually pretty damned good.
As for "retreating to Jamaica", how can this be a bad thing? Reggae speaking independently, in its own voice, without the filter of US pop - the effrontery!
This whole wrongheaded critique roughly translates to me as: "This music may be good for adding the occasional exotic flourish to records by Beyonce and Gwen Stefani, but other than that, it's worth nothing. The damned impudence of these people trying to make globally successful music that appeals to a mainstream audience on its own terms - when will they learn their place!?"
Also, if it had been reviewed by someone with the faintest knowledge of this music, they'd know that there is no such track as "Seasons" included on this album (it's actually "Never Be The Same" on Donovan Bennett's Seasons riddim) and be aware that the dividing line between "hardcore ragga and all-out pop" is a fiction - each is the other when you're in a dance and there's room for everything.
What a waste of ink.
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