The Frightnrs escort Daptone into the world of long-playing reggae with both the sweetest and the roughest record of the decade.
Crafted under the meticulous eye of black-belt reggae mastermind/producer Victor Axelrod (AKA Ticklah), Nothing More to Say is a rocksteady masterpiece the likes of which has not reared itâ€™s head since the golden era of Studio One. However, youâ€™ll find no imitation here - none of the faux-jamaican cliches of lesser reggae bands. Like all things Daptone, this record is above all soulful and honest. With the exception of two soul covers (both from the Daptone catalog: Bob & Geneâ€™s "Gotta Find a Wayâ€ and Saun and Starrâ€™s â€œGonna Make Timeâ€,) the record is populated by original compositions of the highest order. They are simply great songs, and though their treatment here is masterful, each one of them has the melodic and lyrical substance to hold itâ€™s own in any genre. â€œTill Thenâ€ invokes the coquettish hyper-rhymes of top-form Smokey Robinson, while â€œHey Brotherâ€ sounds like it fell off the desk of Gamble and Huff, and â€œPurpleâ€ defies any comparison at all. From the first cracking snares of â€œAll My Tearsâ€ through the final pulsing echoes of â€œDispute,â€ the murderous rhythms of Rich Terrana (drums,) and brothers Preet and Chuck Patel (bass and piano, respectively) can be heard chunking mercilessly towards oblivion as Dan Klein pours his endearing poetry over over the top like some other-worldy falsetto potion. The combination is a sound birthday-suit raw, mesmerizing, infectious, and above all, lovely. This record will long be treasured by lovers of reggae, lovers of soul and lovers of love.
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