The year is 1995, new jack swing, formerly in full effect with the likes of Guy and Babyface, is on the wane, but not before some Ozzy based poly's drop an album that jacks the genre with a nu islander swing.
Kulcha's self titled album, though fraught with dodgy vocals and sentiment, does provide us with a memorable slice of polynesian pop culture by way of an ode to lost love, delivered in singularly rare form...the drippingly sweet and gushingly sentimental "fly girl"
Arrrgh...me hearties
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