After a pair of EP’s released some years previously, The Frightnrs (who sadly hold no connection to the seminal film) have dropped their fist full studio album, Nothing More To Say, an eleven track trek into a trio of categories: irie, love, and the irie trouble with love.
This Queen’s quartet are renowned for their low-slung reggae vibes, deceptive falsetto vocality, and an avoidance of the clichés that (arguably) hallmark the genre. While the group does sidestep many of the regular trappings, like herbal etiquette for example, they seem to have taken that step into one confined direction. Sure, there are derivations here and there, a tempo change or chittering harmonica, an ambiguous duet or harmonic stack, but none of it ever really explodes. It’s almost as though the tracks had their vibe levels capped at Sunday afternoon beer garden.
In a dip dapping nod in Daptone’s direction, there are a couple of cheeky covers thrown in for good measure, Bob & Gene’s ’67 classic Gotta Find a Way and Saun and Starr’s more recent Gonna Make Time, but both are so fully indoctrinated into the irie proceedings that they feel indistinguishable from the rest. Good or bad, it’s certain to spark something in eagle-eared fans, and it definitely speaks to the organ-grinding mastery they have over the material.
The Frightnrs are clearly a tight and harmonious outfit, their dedication to a certain style of sound is admirable and on-point, almost to a fault, but this is undoubtedly a record that should be treasured by lovers of reggae, soul seekers, and anyone else that might simply enjoy a mild to moderate afternoon of decanted calypso chemistry. The rest of us can just sit back and wonder if naming a debut Nothing More To Say was a literal mistake or an allegoric accident.