Wandering around the streets of Nice, France, we heard some reggae coming out of a jewelry / headshop. Not listening closely to the lyrics, we assumed it was some random French reggae artist. But, in fact, it was none other than Damien Marley, the youngest son of the late Bob. If this album doesn't make you want to get up out yo seat, then call the coroner, because you're dead. Picks:
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