Album Review: Somebody Lover My Woman Is Crying by Zuzu Little John
Alright, let me just say this—Zuzu Little John’s Somebody Lover My Woman Is Crying is one of those albums that sneaks up on you. It’s not trying too hard to be perfect, but man, it hits in all the right spots. Released under Bebo's Music and produced by B. Phillips and C. Jarrett, this reggae-dancehall gem feels like a warm beach day with a side of heartache. And yeah, it’s from the US, which might sound odd for reggae, but don’t knock it till you hear it.
Let’s talk tracks. First off, “Somebody Lover.” This song? Damn. It’s got this laid-back groove that makes you wanna lean back in your chair and just vibe. The lyrics are simple, almost conversational, but they stick. There’s something about the way Zuzu sings, “Somebody lover…”—it’s not polished or fancy, but it’s real. Like, I’ve been there real. You know when you’re chilling at 2 AM, staring at the ceiling, thinking about someone who doesn’t even know you exist? That’s this track. It’s raw and kinda messy, but isn’t that what love feels like sometimes?
Then there’s “My Woman Is Crying.” Oh man, this one gutted me. The beat is slow, heavy, like every drum hit weighs a ton. And Zuzu’s voice—it cracks in places, like he’s holding back tears himself. You can feel the frustration, the helplessness. It’s not just about a crying woman; it’s about being stuck, unable to fix things. I swear, this track made me think about my own life, about moments where I’ve felt small and useless. It’s haunting, but in a good way. Like therapy wrapped in dancehall vibes.
What I love most about this album is how unapologetically human it feels. Nobody here is pretending to be a superstar. It’s just Zuzu, telling stories over beats that make you move even while they break your heart. The production isn’t flashy, but it doesn’t need to be. It lets the emotions do the talking.
Here’s the thing—I didn’t expect an album like this to hit so hard. Reggae-dancehall from the US? I thought it’d feel out of place. But nah, it works. Maybe because it’s less about fitting into a genre and more about spilling your soul.
Final thought: If you’re looking for music that sounds like perfection, skip this. But if you want something that feels like life—with all its bumps and bruises—give Somebody Lover My Woman Is Crying a spin. Honestly, I still can’t get “My Woman Is Crying” outta my head. And honestly? I don’t wanna.
Oh, and hey—funny thing. After listening to this album, I started noticing how much I hum these songs while folding laundry. Not sure if that’s a compliment or a cry for help, but either way, it’s staying on repeat.
