The sombre/melancholic/dim ambiance of the recording studio/soundstage/chamber was thick with anticipation/laden with expectation/pregnant with possibility. Whispers/Murmurs/Sighs snaked through the air as the band, Seventeen, prepared to capture/embark on/forge their latest/newest/upcoming album. "Echoes of Remember," a title laced with/haunted by

Dancehall a brawlin' wid one man on di throne, an dat a be none other dan Worl'Boss. Him music a rock through di streets, every corner, every fete. Di ting bout Kartel, him nah just a sing; him declarin' di truth bout life inna dancehall. Him lyrics so real, dem touch yuh soul an mek yuh feel all the vibes. Yu know yuh deh pon di right track when