Dancehall Bubbling by Horseman Ashman: A Raw Slice of Jamaican Vibes
Yo, let me tell ya about Dancehall Bubbling. This album ain’t your typical reggae snooze-fest—it’s straight fire from start to finish. Horseman Ashman brings that authentic Jamaican dancehall energy, and you can feel the vibes oozing outta every track. Released under Kennedy's Intl., this project feels like a backyard bash in Kingston where everyone’s invited but no one’s tryna leave.
First up, the title track “Dancehall Bubbling.” Man, it’s impossible not to move when this one drops. The beat hits hard, with those classic drum machine patterns and basslines so thick they could choke a sound system. What sticks with me is how effortlessly Horseman rides the rhythm—his flow switches between laid-back chatter and sharp staccato bursts. It’s like he’s having a convo with the music itself. You know what I mean? Like, yeah, the lyrics are cool, but it’s more about how he says it. Feels real, unfiltered, almost like he recorded it live at some sweaty street party. Every time this tune comes on, my feet just go rogue. Can’t help it.
Then there’s “Version (Dancehall Bubbling).” Now, if you’re into instrumentals, this one’s for you. It strips things down to the bare bones, letting the riddim do all the talking. And lemme tell ya, this version slaps. There’s something hypnotic about the way the horns echo in the background while the bassline keeps thumping away like a heartbeat. It’s kinda meditative, weirdly enough. Makes you wanna grab a Red Stripe, sit back, and zone out for a minute. But don’t get too comfy—the groove’ll sneak up on ya and pull you right back onto the dancefloor.
What makes Dancehall Bubbling stand out isn’t just its bangers—it’s the rawness. Nothing here feels overproduced or shiny. Instead, it’s got that gritty, underground flavor that reminds you why dancehall was born in the first place. People making music to vibe to, not to impress critics or climb charts.
Here’s the kicker though: after spinning this album a few times, I realized something wild. Dancehall bubbling isn’t just a genre—it’s an attitude. It’s messy, unpredictable, and full of life. Kinda like boiling soup on high heat—you never know when it’s gonna spill over, but damn, does it smell good. So next time you need a soundtrack for your soul, hit play on this gem. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors start complaining ‘bout the noise!
