0342. John Martyn
One World

So, John Martyn, I'm not really sure what to say actually.
This was his ninth studio album in ten years - a pretty impressive discography, but I don't know, really... This just sounds like a musician making music for himself, not an album he eagerly unleashed on an unsuspecting audience. Not that it's in it self a bad thing to create music for yourself, but when there's almost a "no fans allowed" sign on the door as Martyn settles in the studio and mumble-sings to himself it gets pretty awkward.

Not even the collaboration with the legendary (and legally insane) Lee Perry, Big Muff, seems to work in the listeners' favor, cause I haven't heard anything so dull come from old Scratch since, well, ever.

This album's apparently claimed as a forerunner to trip-hop, but I'm not hearing any likeness to either Massive Attack nor Portishead. This is just folk and watered-down reggae with some ambient sounds.