Kind of like the reggae version of three chords and the truth, the Fyah gang mixes reality, politics, messages, blazing sun and blazing into a fine stew that just feels like it was recorded in a sound system in Trenchtown by a bunch that were growing up in the nascent prosperity that was affecting the third world as well as the rest of the world during the boom years. Loaded with sunshine pop that was entrenched in the haze on the beach as opposed to the haze over the land away from the beach, this is great stuff for anyone that wants contemporary reggae that doesn't sound like it's selling out. Well done.