The descent of dancehall reggae into juvenalia would be sad if it weren't so funny....
The descent of dancehall reggae into juvenalia would be sad if it weren’t so funny. [a]Goofy[/a] exists entirely as a figment of his own imagination – an accomplished young comedian who pokes punctures in the swollen egos of Jamaica’s underground stars. And he’s so good at this, he’s got [a]Beenie Man[/a], Sanchez and others queueing up to laugh at themselves.
Of course, he’s ridiculous. Anyone who records a tune called ‘Somebody Just Poop’ attached to a crisp digital rhythm and frighteningly realistic sound effects is not entirely sane. Yet again, there’s also something sublime about the way [a]Goofy[/a] sounds (to the untrained ear) like any other bad bwoy raggamuffin pretender. It’s only closer attention that reveals his merciless mockeries.
‘Normal’ sets the tone with a cry for a celebrity-free world where everyone is, er, normal. The exaggerated ‘Whining Machine’ goes one better and deals with the curious case of the dancehall-loving woman who ‘whines her body’ 24 hours a day (even the preacher has to drop his Bible to come and observe the phenomenon).
Even sillier is ‘Goofy’s Laugh’, punctuated by a verbal emission like a startled antelope. By the time ‘Slam You And Leave’ extols the virtues of monogamy to the strains of ‘God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen’ everyone’s in stitches.