It's 7:30 am as I write this, and I think my neighbours are getting concerned about all the pot smoke, yelling and sub-woofer bass lines pouring out of my window. But if anyone comes knocking, I'll explain I'm listening to the new Sean Paul, which is essentially the best party you've ever been to, trapped on a record. Anyone who was stuck to Sean-A-Paul like glue in the past will be affixed permanently to this pulsating club-bound hit parade, jam after jam of the affable dancehall star's trademark vocal melodies over the greasiest dance-floor-pounders all year. Simple as that. Let the winding and grinding begin.