Alright, let’s get into it. Bugle’s Time Is The Master—yeah, that 2007 Dancehall banger from Jamaica under Black Dutch Records—is one of those albums you don’t just listen to; you feel it punchin’ through your chest like a bassline on steroids. It's raw, unfiltered, and straight fire for anyone who digs Reggae with an edge.
First up: “No Foe Riddim.” Damn, this track slaps hard. You know when something hits so right that even days later, you’re still humming it while brushing your teeth? That’s this song. The beat is hypnotic—a relentless groove that grabs you by the neck and doesn’t let go. Bugle spits bars over it like he ain’t got time to waste, dropping truths about struggle and survival in true Dancehall fashion. It’s not polished or shiny—it’s gritty as hell, and that’s what makes it unforgettable. When I hear this riddim, my feet move before my brain catches up. No lie.
Then there’s the title track, “Time Is The Master.” This tune is slower but packs a gut punch lyrically. Bugle goes deep here, talkin’ ‘bout how life keeps movin’, whether you ready or not. He ain't preachin', though—he's more like your buddy telling you to wake up and smell the coffee before it gets cold. The hook sticks to your head like gum under a shoe, annoying at first but kinda genius once you think about it. There’s a weight to his voice, like he knows exactly what he’s talking about because he lived it. Respect.
Here’s the thing—if you’re looking for some poppy, radio-friendly nonsense, skip this album. But if you want realness dripping outta every verse and beat, then Time Is The Master will slap you upside the head and make you pay attention. Honestly, listening to Bugle feels like hearing someone bare their soul without caring if you approve or not. And damn, do we need more of that?
Fun fact: After spinning this record, I started wondering…if time really is the master, does that mean procrastination is our way of flipping it off? Food for thought.
