In Nineteen Eighty Four Winston Smith's most terrifying fear was of rats, which were then set upon him in Room 101, forcing him to betray his true love. If I was to be placed in that Orwellian nightmare, my over-riding fear would be a Sean Paul album on constant loop.
Happily, Never Gonna Be The Same is a bit more palatable than Paul's last hit, the odious Temperature, by virtue of it actually having a tune and not featuring Sean bellowing at the top of his voice about what he'd like to do to the lovely laydeez, and no doubt inviting them to gaze in wonderment at his humongous dinkle.
This is a bit more sedate, with a gently rocking reggae beat and reflective lyrics that seem to be pay tribute to lost friends. It's still a bit irritating of course, but then it is a Sean Paul record - that's rather like blaming a car for using a lot of petrol.
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