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‘Our tribute to the music made in the U.S. between 1927 and 1948. Not only traditional genres (blues, old-time, Cajun), but also the music that was brought by the boatloads of immigrants coming to these shores.’

The first Mississippi compilation, back in print after seven years! Lovely and moving collection of vintage country blues, full of dread.

The Baton Rouge man’s first LP, from 1960, collecting various Excello classics. Searing electric guitar; brother-in-law Slim Harpo on harmonica; a no-prisoners rhythm section dosed with New Orleans r’n'b.

He released three Checker LPs in 1962: this rounds up killers like Detour, Road Runner, Who Do You Love and Here Tis. ‘Got a brand new house on the roadside / Made from rattlesnake hide.’

The former Flair and Leiber and Stoller go-to is a rock ‘n’ roll hero. A charged, witty, extrovert guide to its glory days — from doo wop through blues, rhythm and blues, rock and roll… into soul. Terrific stuff.

A version-to-version emblematic of the momentous shift in early-60s Detroit soul — one foot in the tumultuous waters of the 1950s; the other tutored by Berry Gordy in more sophisticated and profitable moves.

Two shots of deadly rhythm ‘n’ blues with a Latin twist: a rollicking rumba screamer; and the mid-tempo Please Don’t Freeze, sexual appetite incarnate.

Their first LP, from 1959. Austerely beautiful, led by Pops’ unmistakable tremolo guitar. The title track is knockout. All three in old-school sleeves, with ‘frameable’ press shot, and extensive liner notes.

From 1961, with highlights including a definitive version of the title song, the intense Too Close — recorded live in church — and the stunning Downward Road.

Their third LP, from 1963 — with I’ve Been Scorned, This May Be The Last Time, The Day Is Passed And Gone, Two Wings…

Sleazy rhythm and blues — cult classics like Jail Bait, Greasy Chicken — kicking off a career including production and writing for Stevie, Ike, Funkadelic and co, and stints at Motown and Chess. Detroit legend.

Sensational Texan guitar blues. Gatemouth comes out of T-Bone Walker. Don Robey started the Peacock label, just to put his records out. Without Clarence there is no Johnny Guitar Watson. Killer, killer, killer.

Dazzling, album-length, gospel master-mixes — with interventions from Action Bronson, Blu, Prodigy, Roc Marciano and co — presented in a gold-foiled-leatherette mock-bible.

Their second, 1962 LP is probably their best — with all-time, smash-hit murder like It’s Gonna Work Out Fine, Poor Fool, You Should’ve Treated Me Right and I Idolize You.