by Rick Anderson
To call Eek-A-Mouse reggae's most beloved weirdo is not to take anything away from Lee &Scratch& Perry, who is, if anything, weirder but who is probably more respected than beloved at this point. Eek-A-Mouse has all of Perry's goofiness without any of the latter's tendency towards actual physical mayhem or his off-putting tendency to do things like drink gasoline and pray to bananas. Instead, Eek has satisfied himself with inventing a &bing-bing-boing& school of reggae scatting whose sounds continue to echo in the dancehall, and with projecting and perfecting a happy but inscrutable persona in a musical marketplace that doesn't generally know what to do with anyone who isn't either a glowering locksman or a chest-beating, chain-wearing dancehall don. He's never delivered the goods with any particular consistency, but when Eek-A-Mouse hits his groove the results can be explosive. Even within the scope of this particular album, you'll quickly notice the difference in quality between &Press a Button& (on which Eek's laid-back delivery washes up on the rocky shore of Anthony B's manic chatting) and &I Love Weed& (on which he repeats himself endlessly and foolishly over a lame mambo rhythm). Luckily, the moments of brilliance outnumber those of lameness by about two to one, thanks in part to the often top-notch rhythms provided by producer Blacka Dread. Recommended.