Reggae never was the biggest genre in my musical backround. Sure, I know the big artists (Bob Marley, um..that fast talkin white guy Snow) but thats about where my knowledge grinds to a halt. In fact, the closest I’ve gotten to Jamicans are those dirty rave/hippy kids on the boardwalk at the beach. Now, I know dirt and Jncos cant be THAT much about reggae…I mean, I can understand the dreads, but the dirt? King Djanamo steps on the scene off of Hellcat. Yes, the label with those crazy punk rock folks have a little piss in their pudding. And by piss I mean KD, but in a good way, not like urine. Urine isnt really BAD, per say, I just could understand someone taking offence to being compared to it. Hardly anything good comes out of urine, except maybe cocaine and beer induced kinky sex acts. And by kinky I mean someone besides your sister. That’s nasty. Same amount of letters, different word and meaning. This album took me a bit to get used to. In fact, I still skip over the first two tracks. Just not that fond of em! The third track, thats where the love kicks in. With keyboards and drum machine, Nex Season starts out like a song by Parapa, but it really pulls itself together. Little bits of scratching with a upbeat (but not happytrance shit) sound and a fast flow, this should have been the first song. Its got a real odd pickups and drops, which get passed on to the rest of the album. The next track, Never Try is almost a Pietasters clone, which is good, but its slow crooning almost upsets the faster pickup of the other tracks. Hey, whats KMFDM doing on this album? Silly, its not them, its just what I Dont Want You sounds like. The finish to this album is Cold Fronting, which is a weird techno mix thingy. Check this album out if you kinda enjoy beats but you dont have pants with 60 legs. But dont forget to skip tracks 1-2. I tried to remove them by scratching them off the CD, but now my CD wont play. I made this whole review up.