The common idea is that Dancehall reggae and raggamuffin is nothing if not trend-based, and for potty-mouthed, gun-talking DJs to suddenly strike intense, prayerful poses on their album covers, arrange their playlists into pseudo-suites, and give their albums pretentious, apocalyptic titles. On Fabp aka Fabpz the Freelancer’s latest, the single cover pose is a whole lot […]
