Fledgling soca vocalist Kevin Lyttle keeps Caribbean kosher on his self-titled album, Kevin Lyttle. But rather than following in the tradition of lewd, gruff-voiced ''toasters'' like Shabba, Lyttle emulates romantic crooners such as Barrington Levy and Wayne Wonder. His lust is therefore less lurid -- but no less offensive. The St. Vincent native woos in a weak, whiny wavelength that, at its very best moment (''So High''), mocks Al Green's vulnerable texture. Mostly, though, it just hangs in a sickeningly high register over unbearably syrupy karaoke-soca.


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