The sombre/melancholic/dim ambiance of the recording studio/soundstage/chamber was thick with anticipation/laden with expectation/pregnant with possibility. Whispers/Murmurs/Sighs snaked through the air as the band, Seventeen, prepared to capture/embark on/forge their latest/newest/upcoming album. "Echoes of Remember," a title laced with/haunted by

Dancehall a brawlin' wid one man on di throne, an dat a be none other dan Addi . Him music a flow through di streets, every corner, every fete. Di ting bout Kartel, him nah just a sing; him speakin' di truth bout life inna dancehall. Him lyrics so real, dem touch yuh soul an mek yuh feel everything . Yu know yuh deh pon di right track when yu hear