Album Review: Strings Of My Heart Hit The Bridge by Porkey & Cynthia with The Soul Syndicate
Alright, buckle up, because this one’s a vibe. Strings Of My Heart Hit The Bridge is the kind of album that makes you wanna grab your headphones, crank the volume, and pretend you’re cruising through Kingston in a beat-up old car with no AC but all the soul. It’s Reggae gold from Treasure Isle—Jamaica’s gift to the world—and it’s got that Rocksteady twist that just sticks to your ribs like good jerk chicken.
First off, let’s talk about “Hit The Bridge.” This track? Absolute fire. Like, if bridges could sing (and maybe they do in some alternate universe), this would be their anthem. The groove hits you right away—it’s smooth, steady, and kinda hypnotic. You know when a song just locks into your brain like an earworm? Yeah, that happens here. The bassline is so buttery it should come with a carb warning, and Porkey’s vocals? Man, he sounds like he’s channeling every heartbreak he’s ever had into those lyrics. By the time Cynthia chimes in with her harmonies, you’re done for. This isn’t music; it’s therapy for anyone who’s ever been stood up at a dancehall.
Then there’s “Strings Of My Heart,” which feels like the soundtrack to a slow-motion montage of life’s big moments. Breakups, makeups, staring wistfully out of rainy windows—you name it, this song fits. Cynthia takes center stage here, and she absolutely slays. Her voice has this raw honesty to it, like she’s whispering secrets directly into your soul. And the guitar? Oh man, it’s plucky enough to give you goosebumps but chill enough not to overwhelm. If I had to pick one word for this track, it’d be… tender. But don’t tell anyone I said that—I’ve got a reputation to uphold.
What’s wild about this album is how timeless it feels. Even though it’s got that vintage Treasure Isle stamp on it, these songs could drop tomorrow and still slap harder than most stuff on the radio. Maybe it’s the authenticity, or maybe it’s just that reggae magic Jamaica seems to bottle better than anyone else. Either way, it’s legit.
So yeah, if you’re looking for something fresh yet familiar, something groovy yet grounded, give Strings Of My Heart Hit The Bridge a spin. Just don’t blame me if you find yourself humming “Hit The Bridge” while stuck in traffic or crying softly to “Strings Of My Heart” during late-night existential crises.
Oh, and hey—did I mention cats apparently love this album too? True story. Mine started purring louder than the speakers halfway through. Guess even felines can’t resist the Soul Syndicate.
