Sly and Robbie
Drum and Bass Strip to the Bone by Howie B.
[Palm Pictures]
Rating: 5.9
This record may have been more interesting had it come from Black Uhuru, Dub
Syndicate or some other group that's made dub as predictable as April
showers, but the uber- rhythm section of Sly Dunbar and Robbie
Shakespeare aren't known for trying the same thing over and over again.
The duo has worked with everyone from Bill Laswell to KRS-One to Simply
Red's Mick Hucknell. They get around, and experimentation's their
kind of town.
The problem is, as a rhythm section, they let themselves get pushed around
a lot. Even though they can make Rastafied melodies that'll stick in
your head all day, an overzealous collaborator can fuck it all up, and
fast. Howie B. is more subtle than that. Perhaps his past collaborations with
Björk and U2-- strong personalities to say the least-- have taught him
where his unique production and mixing does and doesn't belong. In this
case, though, deference is not good.
The pairing of a rhythm section known for letting others do the talking
and a collaborator known for bringing out the best in enigmatic
musicians leads to a small dilemma: nobody takes charge. It's the aural
equivalent of three guys standing around saying, "You go first." "No, you
go first." "No, I insist, you go first." Would somebody just go, for
Chrissake?!
Then again, dub's trademark echoes, spliff- speed rhythms and shuffling
waka- wakas aren't the stuff of musical assertion, and the first several
tracks ease into an inoffensive reggae groove that's pleasantly void of
incessant echoing. Instead, Howie B. slips in several sound frequencies
that don't reverberate as much as they bounce. He also keeps much of Sly
and Robbie's spot-on rhythm combinations intact through the first
several songs. The most balanced moments come during the rubbery reverb
of "Drilling for Oil" and the lazy- day strumming of "High Voltage
Syndrome."
But about halfway through, it becomes the Howie B. Show. In many
places the rhythm is so secondary to Howie's trademark muted sirens and
transmission loops that Sly and Robbie may as well not even be credited.
He doesn't push them around, though, he just replaces their rhythm with his
own lack of rhythm. It's not all bad-- the hip-hop breaks and meaty
bass of "Major Magic" is moodiness incarnate-- but too much can be
shrugged off with an "Eh, I've heard better." Which is a problem that
may be in the concept: if you want somebody to dig a dub album, don't
take it away from its repetitive roots only to stop short of making it
something altogether different.
-Shan Fowler