With four US top 20 hits in the last ten months, including a slightly strained hook-up with Natasha Bedingfield, Sean Kingston is fast becoming the 2008 version of another bafflingly popular Jamaican rapper, Sean Paul. Beyoncé will be on the phone before the year's out, just you wait and see.
'Take You There', his latest chart-botherer, offers a singularly frustrating listening experience. Its constant filter-shifting and percolating Moroder synths suggest it's about to break into an amyl-drenched Hi-NRG romp at any moment, but, disappointingly, it never ventures from Kingston's usual mid-tempo trudge. It's the pop equivalent of being stripped to your birthday suit by a grunting, grinding Angelina Jolie (or Brad Pitt), only to be told, just before the really good stuff begins, that, gosh-is-that-really-the-time?, Shiloh's got to be picked up from nursery school. Humph.