You’re bound to be suspicious of [a]Mishka[/a]. From the spurious story of Alan McGee ‘discovering’ him on a Caribbean beach (and he turned out to be the brother of his wife’s friend! Amazing!) to the decidedly un-Rastafarian diplomat’s son background, to the just-too-cute-to-be-true sub-Marley single ‘Give You All The Love’, the whole package doesn’t quite wash.
Quite literally, I dare say, since it appears his hair and crust-beard has grown out of the coral reef, complete with dead marine life, as if the less he washes the more black he’ll become.
But if The Rolling Stones can sing about houn’ dwags, [a]Mishka[/a] can sing about ‘Jah music’. If Bob Marley can sing ‘Three Little Birds’ then [a]Mishka[/a] can sing songs like ‘Happy’, a tune of lilting simplicity, bordering on the insipid. And only deaf cynics would deny that ‘Lonely’ and ‘Give You All The Love’ have a certain innocent charm.
After that, though, the preponderance of banal ditties like ‘Johannah’ and turgid dirges like ‘Bring A Man Down’ or ‘Out The Door’ start to irritate, as do rent-a-clichi lyrics like, “When we’re falling gonna fall like rain/In the fire gonna touch the flame”.
The Jamaican Jewel, anyone? Jah not sure about that one.