Feminine Touch by Tabago Crusoe: A Raw, Heartfelt Dive into Calypso Soul
Let me just say this upfront—Tabago Crusoe’s Feminine Touch isn’t your run-of-the-mill album. It’s more like a warm hug from someone who gets it, you know? The kind of record that makes you want to sit on a beach in Trinidad & Tobago with the sun kissing your skin while life slows down for a sec. Released under Bellini Records, this gem blends Folk, World, and Country vibes but keeps its heart rooted deep in Calypso. And trust me, once you hit play, there’s no turning back.
Now, I gotta talk about two tracks that stuck with me like gum on a hot day: “Change” and the title track, “Feminine Touch.” These aren’t just songs—they’re stories told through rhythm and soul.
“Change” hits different. Like, really different. From the first strum of the guitar, you can feel something brewing, as if Tabago is whispering secrets only you can hear. There’s this raw honesty in the lyrics—it doesn’t try too hard to impress, and maybe that’s why it works so well. You don’t just listen to “Change,” you live it. By the time the chorus kicks in, you’re not thinking about laundry or bills anymore; you’re somewhere else entirely. That’s the magic of it.
And then there’s “Feminine Touch,” which feels like a love letter wrapped in melody. It’s smooth, almost hypnotic, pulling you into its world without asking permission. What gets me is how effortlessly it captures the essence of femininity—not in some clichéd way, but real, grounded, and unapologetic. Every note carries weight, like Tabago poured every ounce of himself into making sure we felt it. Honestly, it made me think about my own relationships, the ones I’ve taken for granted. Weird, right? But that’s what good music does—it sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
The thing about Feminine Touch is that it’s not perfect—and thank God for that. Its imperfections are what make it human. Listening to it feels like having a conversation with an old friend over rum punch—messy at times, but full of heart. The production has this slightly rough-around-the-edges charm that reminds you it was made by people, not machines. And coming from Trinidad & Tobago, where Calypso was practically born, you can tell Tabago knows his roots. He doesn’t shy away from them—he embraces them fully, letting the island’s spirit shine through every track.
Here’s the kicker though: after listening to this album, I found myself craving mangoes. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because the whole vibe screams tropical paradise, or maybe I’m just hungry. Either way, Feminine Touch left me feeling fuller than I expected—like I’d stumbled upon a treasure chest I didn’t even know I was looking for. If you’re searching for music that speaks to your soul instead of just your playlist, give this one a shot. You won’t regret it.
