Perhaps Marley is less resourceful or articulate than many of us originally perceived, or maybe the record business, as I suspect, has a way of diluting fervor. In any case, Exodus is a confused, irresolute effort…. Marley, however, professes that the thrust in his instance is one of spiritual growth; the inscrutable mystic who is in—but not of—the world. To those who demand the fire this time, Exodus will prove disappointing; to those enticed by Marley's reggae cum r&b conjurations, it will likely suffice. But it's hard to imagine anyone finding it vital. Exodus possesses more of an air than any distinct theme, moves with the finality more of a gesture than a blow.

The first side is a mini-religiopolitical epic….

Oddly, the second side, comprised of conventional love songs, sets better, allowing one to focus on Marley's increasing vocal and musical command…. Waiting In...