Blessed with exotic good looks and a razor-sharp tongue, former water-polo star Sean Henriques reinvented himself as Sean Paul and became dancehall’s urban crossover poster boy — his second album, 2003’s Dutty Rock, knocked 50 Cent from the #1 Billboard slot. But such success may have gone to his head. The Trinity isn’t a religious reference, but a self-referential nod to his trio of full-lengths, and Sean boasts incessantly throughout it. But while the production is slicker than wet seals in oil and Paul’s melodic flow remains as nimble as ever, this one suffers from monotony, adhering to the same formula we’ve heard a million times: his numerous hotties, his loverman superiority, his dominance over dancehall’s competition. Several midtempo ballads make this chest-beating even more tedious; the only respite comes when guest artists Wayne Marshall and Nina Sky inject contrast and flavor. To be fair, The Trinity‘s final quarter stacks Paul’s strongest songs together, but yardies would probably be better off leaving their onetime champion to his newfound fans and waiting on 7-inch singles more tailored for his hardcore audience.