Maya Arulpragasam’s voice initially seems to sweet to warrant the ‘Parental Advisory’ sticker on the cover – but she packs a punch, which is fortunate, because the content of her lyrics is soooo politically driven and the instrumentals are so damn heavy the album would seem a little silly were she to squeak herself over the track.

When I say that the tracks are heavy I mean it. They are like remixes of themselves, with being all complex and a complete mish mash of styles. I know it works thought, cos I find myself nodding my head to it from the first track (the fat ‘Pull Up The People’), right throughout the album.

Where you would classify this album is the biggest question. It is definately somewhere in the ‘Dancehall’ neighbourhood (more rootsy than Sean Paul), but the album is so easy to get into that you would have to think it was pop.

The biggest suprise about this album is that she has created this pretty much all herself. The production is so clean and deep you would think the Prodigy, Chemical Bros, or The Crystal Method, might have chipped in with some production – and if you are into these bands – this album might get you going.