<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:58:56.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I Know Nothing About</title><subtitle type='html'>Here's an archive of albums I've reviewed for various publications-usually the Montreal Mirror. I like to pretend I know my stuff, but I'm always overwhelmed by the sheer amount of music out there so I clearly don't really know what I'm going on about.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111444027232731523</id><published>2005-04-25T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:44:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yami Bolo and Ragga Ragga Ragga 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yami Bolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ministry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Ilights)&lt;br /&gt;When Yami Bolo was but a wee pickney in the 1980s, he was part of Sugar Minott's Youth Promotion sound. From the age of 13, he's been perfecting his trademark "Aye! Aye! Aye!" Bolo demonstrates this depth of experience and ability on Ministry, a nice collection of duets with folks ranging from Jack Radics, Lee Perry and Dennis Brown to Sizzla, Bounty Killer and Capleton. With a record chock-a-block with strong singles, it's hard to choose highlights. "Put Down Your Weapons" with Capleton deserves a rewind, as does Bolo and Ken Boothe's reworking of Simon &amp; Garfunkel's "Richard Cory." Strong tunes for spring! &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragga Ragga Ragga 2005&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(Greensleeves)&lt;br /&gt;Billed as uncut, X-rated dancehall, you'll be hearing this selection of the hottest riddims and the slackest lyrics blasting out of a car stereo sometime soon. &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111444027232731523?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111444027232731523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111444027232731523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111444027232731523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111444027232731523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/04/yami-bolo-and-ragga-ragga-ragga-2005.html' title='Yami Bolo and Ragga Ragga Ragga 2005'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414267989298853</id><published>2005-04-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:04:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jah Cure and Chezidek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jah Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Freedom Blues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP)&lt;br /&gt;Siccaturie "Jah Cure" Alcock has been in prison since 1999 on what he sees as spurious robbery and rape charges. It's not my role to determine just how false or true these charges are, but to simply review a terrific album by a tremendously talented artist. Though he's to be incarcerated until at least 2008, through access to recording equipment Jah Cure has gained almost legendary status. From the stunning (there's really no other word for it) "Jah Bless Me" to the somewhat old, yet still great, "King in the Jungle" featuring Sizzla, Jah Cure's plaintive voice has a sense of longing and earnestness that is unique among reggae singers. If I sound overly maudlin, it's because he's simply that good. &lt;b&gt;9.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chezidek &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising Sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP)&lt;br /&gt;Nice, conscious roots sound from the artist formerly known as Chila Wrench. Good choice on the name change, now go voice some of the wicked one-drop riddims out there. &lt;b&gt;7.5/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414267989298853?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414267989298853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414267989298853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414267989298853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414267989298853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/04/jah-cure-and-chezidek.html' title='Jah Cure and Chezidek'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111420381977295501</id><published>2005-04-01T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:03:39.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Message 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Various&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universal Message 3&lt;/span&gt;(VP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I like Lee Perry as much as the next obsessive reggae fan, but if the majority of your reggae collection is still living in the 1970s, sit up and take notice. You need &lt;i style=""&gt;Universal Message 3&lt;/i&gt;. Run, don’t walk to pick up this collection of some of the top ranking Jamaican tunes of 2004. It’ll provide an excellent intro to what seems to be a conscious reggae renaissance. From the haunting “Living in Love” by I-Wayne to Fanton Mojo’s infectious “Hungry” to Capleton’s powerful “That Day Will Come” to Jah Cure’s incredible “Jah Bless Me”, there aint no weak tracks here. Luciano, Bushman, Sizzla, and Gentleman (yes, he’s great &lt;i style=""&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;he’s a white dude from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) demonstrate the power of positive vibes, and acoustic performances by Tanya Stevens and Anthony B round out a representation of some of the best roots and culture out there. Somewhere, Bob Marley is smiling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111420381977295501?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111420381977295501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111420381977295501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111420381977295501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111420381977295501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/04/universal-message-3.html' title='Universal Message 3'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111420373697003901</id><published>2005-04-01T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:02:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vybz Kartel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vybz Kartel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More Up To Di Time&lt;/span&gt;(Greensleeves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the top dancehall dons, Kartel’s had a controversial year, what with being one of the main artists called out for homophobic lyrics. He’s thankfully now vowed to stop recording and performing anti-gay tunes and I, for one, hope he sticks to this plan because he’s one of the most exciting performers out there today. His album, &lt;i style=""&gt;Up To Di Time &lt;/i&gt;was in such high demand that Greensleeves had to release a new edition. Folks just couldn’t get enough, so &lt;i style=""&gt;More Up To Di Time &lt;/i&gt;features five new tracks sure to please the dancehall massive. Kartel’s flow is crazy hot and the terrific production, mostly courtesy of Donovan “Vendetta” Bennett, makes this selection of tracks sure to nice up any party. Just try and stand still while enjoying the verbal gymnastics and top ranking riddims in “Real Bad Man”, “Why You Doing It” featuring Wayne Marshall, “Sweet to the Belly”, or “Tekk.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111420373697003901?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111420373697003901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111420373697003901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111420373697003901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111420373697003901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/04/vybz-kartel.html' title='Vybz Kartel'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414225777347308</id><published>2005-03-24T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:57:37.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natty King and Jahranimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natty King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Guns to Town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Insight)&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Natty King, it's not surprising that he cut his teeth singing Luciano tunes. Like Luci, he's committed to positivity and has a terrific voice. But Natty King is a bonafide singing sensation himself, with two huge number one hits, the reality tune "No Guns to Town" and the capitalist-questioning "Mr. Greedy." No Guns to Town features the big tunes (plus bonus videos for both hits), link-ups with Sizzla, Chinna Smith and Trinity, as well as the lovely romantic track "Love Me." The umpteenth reason why folks should take a listen to new, conscious reggae. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jahranimo &lt;i&gt;Real Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lightning Ball)&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to tell Vancouver-based Jahranimo that he doesn't need hip hop in his reggae - especially since he's otherwise quite nice. &lt;b&gt;7/10&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414225777347308?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414225777347308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414225777347308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414225777347308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414225777347308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/03/natty-king-and-jahranimo.html' title='Natty King and Jahranimo'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414233685493027</id><published>2005-03-10T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:11:50.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beenie Man and LKJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beenie Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kingston to King of the Dancehall: A Collection of Dancehall Favorites&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virgin/EMI)&lt;br /&gt;Since the Jamaican music industry is completely single-driven and artists are bloody prolific, rockist demands for solid, consistent albums are rarely, if ever, fulfilled. But when you've got a guy like Beenie Man with 50-plus number one hits, a compilation is going to kill. Kingston to King is a series of these top-ranking tunes (plus a DVD with a featurette and a bunch of videos), presenting Beenie Man's uncanny ability to spit out lines that get stuck in your head ("zim zimma," anyone?). With all the controversy surrounding Beenie's homophobic lyrics, it's good - and heartening - to remember that the most popular tracks are all good fun. &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Linton Kwesi Johnson &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in Paris with the Dennis Bovell Dub Band&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (BMG)&lt;br /&gt;LKJ's dub poetry is brilliant and bloody prescient - "music blazing sounding thumping fire" indeed. &lt;b&gt;9/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414233685493027?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414233685493027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414233685493027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414233685493027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414233685493027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/03/beenie-man-and-lkj.html' title='Beenie Man and LKJ'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414260586581016</id><published>2005-02-24T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:03:25.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock of the Century and Gregory Isaacs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shock of the Century&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Sir Coxsone)&lt;br /&gt;On March 30, 1986, at the Jubilee Hall in Brixton, Sir Coxsone's Outernational sound system (so named in tribute to the late, legendary Clement "Coxsone" Dodd) presented the Shock of the Century dance. A testament to why '80s dancehall is vastly underrated, it was, like most dances worldwide, taped, copied and circulated via a vast network of obsessed fans. Thanks to Sir Coxsone, you need not search for a crackling, hissy version of what is hailed as the "most popular live dance of all time." With Supercat, Nicodemus, Nitty Gritty, Eek-A-Mouse and Frankie Paul performing live and direct, this is not just a CD compilation, it's a historical artefact. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gregory Isaacs &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings Dennis Brown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Ras)&lt;br /&gt;The Crown Prince of Reggae recorded an album of his bredren Isaacs' tunes. Here, the Cool Ruler returns the favour. What's not to like? &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414260586581016?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414260586581016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414260586581016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414260586581016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414260586581016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/02/shock-of-century-and-gregory-isaacs.html' title='Shock of the Century and Gregory Isaacs'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414277299073732</id><published>2005-02-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:06:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luciano and Babylon OST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luciano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reggae Max 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Jet Star)&lt;br /&gt;The Reggae Max series is a great way to get introduced to some of the best music Jamaica has to offer. Given that folks like Luciano (why'd he ever change his name from Jetpher McClymont?) are prolific as all get out, it's tough to know where to start. But never fear, you name the artist and Jet Star's sure to have already done the selecting work and released a Reggae Max showcasing the best tunes. As an added bonus, the CDs aren't that expensive. This compilation is full of hits, from "Lessons in Life" to "Ulterior Motive." &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babylon OST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (EMI)&lt;br /&gt;This 1980 flick about a West London soundsystem remains a fabled dream to me. Hopefully the reissue of the soundtrack (with wicked tunes by Yabby You) means a DVD release ain't too far behind. &lt;b&gt;7.5/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414277299073732?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414277299073732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414277299073732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414277299073732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414277299073732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/02/luciano-and-babylon-ost.html' title='Luciano and Babylon OST'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111420348346857750</id><published>2005-02-01T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:58:03.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots Manuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roots Manuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awfully Deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Big Dada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I fell for Rodney Smith upon screening the brilliant “Witness (1 hope)” video. Not only is the tune great, but watching the guy compete with the yung’uns at an elementary school field day is pure foolish fun. Though more serious, this album does not diminish my love for Mr. Manuva. Sure, no one in America is going to pay him any mind—Pitchfork’s already insisting that Roots Manuva has missed the grime boat—but why should you care? This is a great record. Moody, refreshingly intelligent and witty, this is a set of tracks that runs that gamut from the danceable (“Rebel Heart”, for example) to the introspective (“Awfully Deep” lives up to its title). Sure, it’s tough to categorize, but that’s what makes it so bloody interesting. It’s a mashed up mess of soulful R&amp;B, heavy heavy dub beats, electro franticness, dancehall intensity, and, I’d argue, a dollop of grime for good measure. All the 50 Cent fans are so seriously missing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111420348346857750?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111420348346857750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111420348346857750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111420348346857750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111420348346857750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/02/roots-manuva.html' title='Roots Manuva'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414252437745527</id><published>2005-01-27T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:09:31.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean Fraser and Mad Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dean Fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kill Dem Wid Sax&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Ras)&lt;br /&gt;Jamaican music has changed over the past 25 years, but there has been at least one constant—Dean “Cannon” Fraser. From Bob Marley and Jackie Mittoo to Luciano, Sizzla and Sanchez, Fraser has appeared on over 1,000 records—more than a few of which are his own productions. He also tours tirelessly with the Xterminator crew. The man is undeniably a legend. Sure, at first this collection of instrumental tracks might feel a little syrupy, but once you start to recognize and appreciate Fraser’s trademark tone, you’ll find yourself listening to the horn parts in so many classic tunes and asking yourself, “Could it be Dean?” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad Professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crazy Caribs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Ras)&lt;br /&gt;Send some recent dancehall records to outer space, where I like to imagine Mad Professor’s studio is located, and they’ll come back all crazy cosmic-like. &lt;b&gt;7.5/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414252437745527?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414252437745527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414252437745527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414252437745527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414252437745527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/01/dean-fraser-and-mad-professor.html' title='Dean Fraser and Mad Professor'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414244278427836</id><published>2005-01-13T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:09:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddim Driven: Hard Times and  Riddim Driven: I Swear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Riddim Driven: Hard Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proof that Stephen Gibbs is his father's son. Legendary producer Joe Gibbs, responsible for "Uptown Top Ranking," seems to have passed on the ability to combine great hooks with great melodies. Sure, riddim albums aren't always the most exciting things to listen to, but I'd argue that this is an exception. From future superstar I Wayne's exceptional "Living in Love" to Bascom X's sweet "Lonely Girl" to Richie Spice's "That Ghetto Girl" to Capleton's "That Day Will Come," not to mention the other 10 equally good tracks, this riddim alone should demonstrate that consciousness still rocks the dancehall. &lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddim Driven: I Swear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP)&lt;br /&gt;If you missed this in 2004, get it now - but you just might want to skip Richie Stephen's questionable "Woman to Man." &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414244278427836?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414244278427836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414244278427836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414244278427836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414244278427836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2005/01/riddim-driven-hard-times-and-riddim.html' title='Riddim Driven: Hard Times and  Riddim Driven: I Swear'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414212610453178</id><published>2004-12-16T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:12:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beres Hammond, Turbulance, Gregory Isaacs and Anthony B</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Beres Hammond&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Has No Boundaries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP)&lt;br /&gt;In George Nooks's hit "Lovers Rock," he bemoans the recent spate of hardcore dancehall riddims and calls for an antidote: "Just give me a Beres or a Dennis Brown," he sings, "one of dem real sweet lovers rock." Real sweet lovers rock indeed. If you've never had the pleasure of hearing Beres Hammond, this album'll make you a convert. His voice shines on every track - "Good Old Dancehall Vibes" (featuring the one and only Big Youth) is terrific and "Thanks Fe Mi Pride and Joy" (with Buju) is one of my top tunes of 2004. Hammond is not just big people music, he's music for everyone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turbulance&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triumphantly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Bogalusa/ Kingston)&lt;br /&gt;When Turbulence spouted "man can't love jah jah and love Pizza Hut, that will never ever be, one can't praise jah jah and love KFC," he became my eternal hero - and this wit is the icing on top of his incredibly versatile voice. Unfortunately, Triumphantly isn't quite as, well, triumphant. Turbulence's got the chops, and it shows on "Jah Jah" (on the incredibly beautiful "She's Like a Roses" riddim), "Mr. Big Man" and, thankfully, the title track. But the overall album is either cheesily overproduced or simply too lo-fi. Then again, a little inconsistency is probably to be expected from a guy who released five albums last year. &lt;b&gt;7.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gregory Isaacs &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masterclass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Greensleeves)&lt;br /&gt;Class is in session. Smooth-as-honey Mr. Isaacs proves that he still rules on this Blacker Dread-produced disc. &lt;b&gt;9/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anthony B &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untouchable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Togetherness/Universal)&lt;br /&gt;"Someone Loves You" is Dean Fraser-tinged gold, the anti-Iraq war tune "Soldiers" (featuring Wyclef) is great, but what's up with the horribly lame update of "Lollipop"? &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414212610453178?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414212610453178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414212610453178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414212610453178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414212610453178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/12/beres-hammond-turbulance-gregory.html' title='Beres Hammond, Turbulance, Gregory Isaacs and Anthony B'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414189733042728</id><published>2004-11-21T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:13:04.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capleton and Out on a Funky Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reign of Fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP/EMI)&lt;br /&gt;After the albums More Fire and Still Blazin', combined with tremendous controversy over his fundamentalist Bobo Ashanti lyrics, Capleton's back with Reign of Fire. He's still burning down Babylon and deserving of his "Fire Man" moniker, but his flames of righteousness are a little tempered here. Capleton is clever, conscious and as political as ever, but if you're into hardcore dancehall, you might be disappointed - though "Who Yuh Callin' Nigga" is crazy as all hell and there's also the intense "In Her Heart." Tunes like "Remember the Days" and "Sunshine Girl" (with Stephen Marley) present the softer, gentler side of King Shango. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on a Funky Trip: Funk, Soul, and Reggae from Randy's 1970-75&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Motion)&lt;br /&gt;Reggae musicians play funk and soul. Very well. Suffice it to say, I hope there's a second chapter. &lt;b&gt;9/10&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414189733042728?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414189733042728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414189733042728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414189733042728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414189733042728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/11/capleton-and-out-on-funky-trip.html' title='Capleton and Out on a Funky Trip'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414178989403199</id><published>2004-11-18T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:13:24.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richie Spice and Roots of Dub Funk 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richie Spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spice in Your Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (5th Element)&lt;br /&gt;Richie Spice is running Jamaica right now. Brother to Pliers and member of the 5th Element Crew alongside Chuck Fender and Anthony Cruz, Spice has had quite the year. This record's got all the huge songs: "High Grade" on the Swing Easy riddim, "Marijuana" - the biggest tune - on the I Swear and "Move Dem Out" on the Ali Baba. It's also the second time he's included "Earth a Run Red" on an album, a track recorded five years ago that remains an anthem. My goodness, it's a crying shame that the 5th Element Crew won't grace our fair city after they perform in Toronto in December. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roots of Dub Funk 4: Rise of the Electric Dread&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Tanty)&lt;br /&gt;If you like whatever "dub funk" is, I suppose you'll like this. &lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414178989403199?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414178989403199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414178989403199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414178989403199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414178989403199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/11/richie-spice-and-roots-of-dub-funk-4.html' title='Richie Spice and Roots of Dub Funk 4'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414293095438734</id><published>2004-10-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:08:50.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glen Washington and Kung Fu! Reggae vs. the Martial Arts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glen Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanna Be Loved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP/Virgin)&lt;br /&gt;I was once told that the secret to a successful dance is to get the women dancing because no one wants a bull party. So, if you're looking for a little somethin' for the ladies to nice up your dance, this is probably a good bet. Not only does Glen Washington throw in a couple of tunes on Bob Marley riddims, but his "Roller Coaster Ride" on the Peanut Vendor riddim is almost as good as George Nook's "Top Ten." Wanna Be Loved is the perfect combination of sweetness and conscious lyrics that I'm a sucker for. Beres Hammond better watch his back. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu! Reggae vs. the Martial Arts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Trojan)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a whole record of kung fu tunes. Who's making the decisions at Trojan? Why can't I work there? &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414293095438734?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414293095438734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414293095438734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414293095438734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414293095438734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/10/glen-washington-and-kung-fu-reggae-vs.html' title='Glen Washington and Kung Fu! Reggae vs. the Martial Arts'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414148558073192</id><published>2004-10-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:13:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steel Pulse and Luciano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steel Pulse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;African Holocaust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Ras/EMI)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's absolutely nothing wrong with this album. Intelligent, politically charged lyrics, strong songs, pleasant harmonies, lovely horns, clean production - even the essays on black history in the liner notes are worth reading. Problem with African Holocaust is that there's just nothing right here. When David Hinds sings "downtrodden masses, get up off your asses," it's only the lyrics that supply urgency. A couple of moments in "No More Weapons" (featuring Damian Marley) are hot, but this makes it more painful when even Capleton (who appears on the disappointing "Blazing Fire") can't seem to help Steel Pulse get the fire burning. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luciano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lessons of Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Shanachie)&lt;br /&gt;When Luci sings, "Dem a try try try, can't hold me, dem a try try try, can't touch me," you believe him. &lt;b&gt;9/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414148558073192?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414148558073192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414148558073192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414148558073192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414148558073192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/10/steel-pulse-and-luciano.html' title='Steel Pulse and Luciano'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414285721186345</id><published>2004-09-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:07:37.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Saw and Two Culture Clash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lady Saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strip Tease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (VP)&lt;br /&gt;When Marion "Lady Saw" Hall spits out "I just wan' be free to express my sexuality" on "Just Being Me," she's pretty much describing the raison d'être for her entire career. For the past decade, Ms. Saw's been the only chick to consistently challenge the dancehall old boys' club on their terms. Chock full of hot tunes ("Man Is the Least" and "Good Love" featuring Sizzla are standouts), Strip Tease is the kind of smart sass that makes Lil' Kim look all the more pathetic. I've never been one for female empowerment through sexuality, but "Pretty Pussy" and "Best Pum Pum" might make a believer of me yet. &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Culture Clash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (V2)&lt;br /&gt;Kid 606 with Ward 21? Roni Size with Spragga Benz? Who thought this was a brilliant idea? &lt;b&gt;6/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414285721186345?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414285721186345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414285721186345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414285721186345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414285721186345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/09/lady-saw-and-two-culture-clash.html' title='Lady Saw and Two Culture Clash'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414140542684123</id><published>2004-09-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:11:21.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miss Jamaica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Sequence)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Thing sounds like a bratty 17-year-old who runs to the studio after school, untucks her uniform and records nasty ditties that appall her mother but impress the boys. The recent high school grad found fame looking for Beenie Man to do her in a van in the smash "Dude." Great production, interesting riddims, but Ms. Thing seems out of her league here. And auto-tuning can't take away the fact that she's awkward and pitchy as hell. Dirty words have been edited, but given the prevalence of raunch ("Muscle Tight" for one), that'll do little to ease Ma's mind.&lt;b&gt; 6.5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414140542684123?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414140542684123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414140542684123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414140542684123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414140542684123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/09/ms-thing.html' title='Ms. Thing'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414131424646584</id><published>2004-08-26T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:14:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzla and Michael Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sizzla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jah Knows Best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Ras)&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to demand consistency from a guy who's released over 25 albums in the last 10 years - four this year alone. Jah Knows Best finds Sizzla in a fiery mood, and his lyrics here are pure consciousness. Unfortunately, save for "Real People" and "Girl You Gonna Need My Love," boom tunes both, this record suffers from weak riddims. Phillip "Fatis" Burrell seems a little off recently, but at least he isn't responsible for Sizzla's cover of Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues." We can thank some California hippie for that mistake. I can't complain, really, considering that Sizzla's Stay Focus comes out next week.&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Rose &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: The Best of Michael Rose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heartbeat)&lt;br /&gt;Sure, this is okay, but why not just listen to Black Uhuru? &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414131424646584?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414131424646584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414131424646584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414131424646584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414131424646584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/08/sizzla-and-michael-rose.html' title='Sizzla and Michael Rose'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12346973.post-111414093203119969</id><published>2004-08-12T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:14:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beenie Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beenie Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to Basics &lt;/span&gt;(Virgin/EMI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beenie Man's been at this since youthman days. Sure, 2002's Tropical Storm was an overly-desperate crossover attempt, but apart from a pathetic Sean Paul imitation on "Get on Bad," it would seem that Jamaica's favourite former child star might finally get his due. "Dr. Know" (Pretty Pretty riddim) and "Dude" (Fiesta riddim) are standouts, thanks to production from Dave Kelly, and "Good Woe" is one of the best singles on the infectious Coolie Dance riddim. If for some reason you tire of gal tunes, "Back Against the Wall" proves that Beenie can be as eloquent about ghetto suffering as he is about his sexual prowess. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12346973-111414093203119969?l=erincanwrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/feeds/111414093203119969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12346973&amp;postID=111414093203119969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414093203119969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12346973/posts/default/111414093203119969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erincanwrite.blogspot.com/2004/08/beenie-man.html' title='Beenie Man'/><author><name>erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306593896828395542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5155/917/1600/4773.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
