Both of those songs are warm. Even the second with that atonal sound in the background, it's all in the service of the warm melifluous aesthetic. Whereas Buju or Capleton used to be much gruffer, much more uninviting. Much colder... Not homely. That's the word that sticks in my mind. Dancehall is homely music now. Feet up, spliff in hand is just as valid as roadman. The music appeals to both demographics - directly - you don''t have to do the work of gravitating to one or the other.
It's like pastoralism has become a default modality of dancehall, which was not really the case from the digital to the 90s era, where there were of course melodies but there was a lot of deliberately clanging machine sounds - not necessarily like techno but you couldn't imagine most 90s dancehall productions being played acoustically. You can with this stuff though.
Castrated straight men to appease the liberal straights. I can play log on with Sylvester though, because I don't have liberal guilt. In my world Elephant man and Patrick Cowley are equally as valid. The triumvirate of disco, dancehall, resolving to gabber and speedcore.