Prince Far I
Most people listen to dub, roots, old reggae, that kinda thing.
Out of the trillions of artists and tracks that occupied space in the history of Jamaican music, many are well-known, even more virtually unknown... lost in the annals of music like a tape delayed snare fading out into hiss and noise. Prince Far I achieved relative notoriety thru his unique executions and toastings over bass heavy slow-dub cuts. The man's voice is one of the deepest I've ever heard in reggae and most music. Chunky, booming yet gracious and almost thoughtful. A preacher among preachers, yet a disciple of some lost ancestral connection. A 'Moses' coming down from mountain, he attains a wisdom that achieves a depth not often found in so called 'toasters'. His stuff is not for everyone, but it is a fresh listen from the usual toastings of girls, ganja and good times. psalms for I has Prince Far I toasting psalms from the bible over meaty bass and sparse instrumentation. The record has a feeling of beginning and ending, yet still carrying on once over. It is a peak into a man's mind, a mind that champions the the beliefs of his elders, yet strives to remain relevant. There is a faint trace of sadness, whether attributed to the aforementioned strive for relevance or a feeling that Far I has seen the future and knows that no amount of reciting psalms will change the youths outcome. Far I leaves a legacy that few have challenged, standing alone on his mountain reading his ten commandments and hoping that down there, somewhere below the mist, people are heeding his reflections and perceptions.
Most people listen to dub, roots, old reggae, that kinda thing.
Out of the trillions of artists and tracks that occupied space in the history of Jamaican music, many are well-known, even more virtually unknown... lost in the annals of music like a tape delayed snare fading out into hiss and noise. Prince Far I achieved relative notoriety thru his unique executions and toastings over bass heavy slow-dub cuts. The man's voice is one of the deepest I've ever heard in reggae and most music. Chunky, booming yet gracious and almost thoughtful. A preacher among preachers, yet a disciple of some lost ancestral connection. A 'Moses' coming down from mountain, he attains a wisdom that achieves a depth not often found in so called 'toasters'. His stuff is not for everyone, but it is a fresh listen from the usual toastings of girls, ganja and good times. psalms for I has Prince Far I toasting psalms from the bible over meaty bass and sparse instrumentation. The record has a feeling of beginning and ending, yet still carrying on once over. It is a peak into a man's mind, a mind that champions the the beliefs of his elders, yet strives to remain relevant. There is a faint trace of sadness, whether attributed to the aforementioned strive for relevance or a feeling that Far I has seen the future and knows that no amount of reciting psalms will change the youths outcome. Far I leaves a legacy that few have challenged, standing alone on his mountain reading his ten commandments and hoping that down there, somewhere below the mist, people are heeding his reflections and perceptions.
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