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Claws of the Cat (Columbia, 1993)
A superb and much-deserved major-label debut from Tiger, the clown prince of dancehall.
If nothing else, his style is unique -- incorporating deranged shouting and
growling in his repertoire of zaniness. But he is far from gimmicky, as he displays
on Claws of the Cat by laying down great track after great track. I would
imagine that some listeners would find his style annoying, but you'd be hard pressed to
prove that this isn't a good album. I personally enjoy Tiger's manic vocals, as they
can squeeze the most out of an otherwise bland rhythm. "Beep Beep," for
instance, rides the "Bam Bam" rhythm that Chaka Demus & Pliers wore out with
"Murder She Wrote" soon before this album came out, but Tiger makes it fresh
again with his Roadrunner-like mantra of "BEEP! BEEP!" It's hard to
pick out any favorites, though, because almost all of the tracks are simply fun and
enjoyable. Even when chatting semi-rude lyrics, as "All Out For the
Killing," you have to think it's all tongue-in-cheek. Tiger does effectively
address some serious subjects, however, as the poignant "Windscreen" (about
children making money by wiping the windshields of cars) attests. A nice variety of
musical styles are on display on Claws of the Cat, from the slow, lovers style of
"Just Look" and "Cool Me Down" to the requisite major-label
hip-hop/R&B tracks "Who Planned It," "Rude Boy," and "Out of
Many One People" -- incidentally, the worst song here, a sloppy cut produced by The
Brand New Heavies -- to just plain ol' energetic dancehall jams like "Chaos" and
"Nobody Move." Whatever the stylee, though, Tiger tears it up.
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