By Haitianbeatz News is moving fast around Michel Martelly. Sources say Haiti's former president is preparing a new single tied to the national soccer team's World Cup moment, and the track was still in the mixing stage when word got out. That puts the song close to the finish line, even if key details still haven't surfaced. For fans of Haitian music and sports, the buzz matters because a release like this can feel like a chant, a celebration, and a headline all at once. Wha

By Moses St Louis Alan Cave won the attendance battle at UBS Arena. After a strong Boston turnout of about 5,000, drawing close to 10,000 in New York is a crowd win by any fair measure. That matters because HMI rarely gets nights this big without debate about whether the market can support them. Alan proved the audience is there. Still, a packed building is only part of the story. The larger question is what the night meant for Haitian live music as a whole. A major concert s

By Haitianbeatz The first spin of Nan Lide Yo gets to the point fast. Kliche opens this 13-track release with easy hooks, smooth pacing, and a sound that invites repeat listens. It also carries a strong Dat7 aftertaste. For some listeners, that will feel like Dat7 reloaded, with a new frame and one clear absence. Still, this album works best when you judge it on its own, because several songs stand out right away and make the whole set easy to revisit. What this new Kliche al

By Haitianbeatz Some albums make sense on first play. Hatelove doesn't. Joe Dwèt File sounds smooth, confident, and easy to sit with, yet the album can still leave you unsure what you're meant to hold onto. That doesn't make it a bad record. Across 15 tracks, Joe leans into English-facing titles, pulls back the Creole presence, and shapes a project that feels built for a wider audience. Even if you're not fully locked into his style, it's easy to hear why so many listeners ar

By Moses St Louis Wanito has been gone long enough for fans to stop waiting politely and start asking real questions. When an artist with that much writing talent goes quiet, the silence gets loud. Last year, he came over my crib with mutual friends, we had dinner, and he played me enough songs to fill at least three albums. I still did not hear everything. That memory changes how "Gason Malen" lands, because this is not only a single review. It is also a review of the wait.

By Moses St Louis People hear Anie Alerte perform other artists' songs and rush to one conclusion: she must not have a clear identity. I don't buy that. To me, the answer starts with "Vwayaj", because that project introduced her voice before it defined her lane. This isn't an attack on Anie. It's a fair read of how her first album, her public comments, and her early success shaped what people expected from her. Once the live "bal" circuit entered the picture, those expectatio