Look, it's not that I don't think rock and pop should meet and I'm not so permanently under a cloud of gloom that I can't make room ion my life for anything cheerful. But this is to the sound of Jamaica what Lilt is to tropical flavours.
So while the Carribbean vibes sway and shake all the colours of the rainbow through this breezy ditty, there's no sense of authenticity. Chances are, these four Haringey rude boys have barely ventured further than Islington, resulting in the musical equivalent of drinking rum in front of a bluescreen beach surrounded plastic palm trees.
Boy Mandeville Online
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