Reel Out by Beenieman TOK Vegas: A Dancehall Gem That Still Bangs (Sorta)
Alright, let’s talk about Reel Out, the 1999 reggae-dancehall banger from Beenieman TOK Vegas. Released under Penthouse Records and produced by D. Germain, this album is like that one friend who shows up uninvited but still manages to vibe with everyone at the party. It’s raw, gritty, and has just enough swagger to remind you why Jamaica remains the heartbeat of dancehall music.
First off, shoutout to the titular track “Reel Out.” This tune slaps harder than a mosquito on a summer night. The beat? Razor-sharp. The lyrics? Playful yet cocky—classic dancehall energy. What sticks in my brain is how smooth Beenieman rides the rhythm, spitting bars like he owns the damn studio. You can practically hear him smirking through the mic. If this track doesn’t make your shoulders move, check your pulse—you might be dead.
Then there’s “Reload / Reelout (Version),” which feels like an extended remix for when the DJ needs to keep the crowd hyped without switching gears. It’s less chaotic than its predecessor, giving listeners room to breathe while still keeping the energy alive. Think of it as the cool-down song after a wild sprint—but not too cool, because this is still Beenieman we’re talking about. His flow here is so laid-back it’s almost horizontal, but don’t let that fool ya; the man knows exactly what he’s doing.
Now, I gotta admit, listening to Reel Out today feels a bit like flipping through an old photo album. Some parts feel dated, sure, but others hit differently now, kinda like rediscovering why you fell in love with someone years ago. And honestly, isn’t that what good music does? It ages alongside us, picking up new meanings along the way.
So, if you’re into reggae or dancehall—or even if you’re just curious about what Jamaican beats were bringing back in ‘99—give Reel Out a spin. Just don’t blame me if you find yourself craving patties and Red Stripe afterward. Oh, and fun fact: Beenieman probably wasn’t thinking about SEO rankings while making this album. Lucky him.
Final thought: Life’s short. Listen to more dancehall. Or don’t. Either way, I hope your playlist is better than mine.
