Damian Marley proves that, despite what all good sense might suggest, Wild West honky tonk piano and ruffneck dancehall are a match made in heaven. My brain is going mental as I type to this beat. I want to get up and dance like a man possessed, and only a finely tuned sense of decorum and a series of warning glances from the wife are holding me in check. This is probably the most fun, exuberant and genius music I’ve heard in months. Screw you chillwave! Up yours hushed toned indie mopers! I’m relocating to Jamaica to quaff rum, blaze and proposition girls.