Bad Bena Takes Listeners on a Spiritual Journey of Resilience with “Holy Triad”
One must give props for the unexplainable magnetism in Bad Bena's voice — it turns "Holy Triad" into an essential odyssey through the maze of soul. This dancehall-pop rap fusion trench lies beyond sound, on an emotional and spiritual odyssey spent not at home. Born and raised in the vivid yet edgy heart of St. Ann, Jamaica, Bad Bena captures the unnerving chaos of dislocation and cultural discord with a sonic brevity that is as chilling as it is anthemic. The locking beats, produced by SnipeZ from Saint Lucia and engineered by Hot Money, give a pulsating setting for Bena's deeply personal tale; an emotional cry to the Most High during his time of turmoil in the streets of London.
In contrast, her lyrics from a vivid picture of the immigrant experience but also the pain of being alone on this journey as well as missing out on connections and consistently striving for places with sunshine not just for herself, but glory to back in Africa. “Holy Triad” may be a track, but it's an ode of epic proportions to resolve and hopefulness in the face of an at times crushing world, and Bad Bena isn't only able-her voice is bone deep raw on delivery, grabbing ahold of you from the first word. This is not a track that has to call out for your attention — it asserts itself and seizes you, both individually and as each and every one of us, in an maelstrom of feeling, becoming an apparent masterpiece.
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