Characteristically masterful singjaying; duetting with himself, for added dancehall vibes. The message calls for self-respect to be tempered by humility… probably a bit rich coming from KK. Sick rhythm.

Pious sex-pol, on a tuff Billie Jean lick. ‘When you come home, a next man asleep in your pyjamas… and then you charge fi murder, Jah Jah know. The man them a worries but the woman them a problem.’

Prime, early-eighties Barrington, expertly fronting chunky Radics on rhythms like The Russians Are Coming and Get In The Groove, in Scientist mixes. No losing with those cards.

Dead moody Lovers. A worrisomely loose, rumbling, mid-eighties Channel One rhythm, seamed with a squashed steel-drum sample, unfurled like spells.
‘Everything will be alright,’ sings Hopeton about his prospective date, but it doesn’t sound like it.

Gorgeous roots. Seemingly sardonic and above-it-all but utterly trenchant. All the singing is sublime, including the back-up. The gentle nyabinghi percussion and keyboard stabs are beautifully restrained, as Sylvan Morris brings his genius to the mix. Same dub as the original 45. A stone classic. We could listen for days.
Plus the 12 Tribes launch a two-headed-shark attack on the flip, featuring maestro Pablove Black. No less than an instrumental cut to George Beaufort’s insurgent Reaching Our Goal, and a sick synth excursion on the revered Black Star Liner rhythm.

Previously on dubplate only, this legendary UK soundsystem weapon was produced by Sly And Robbie at Maxfield Avenue in the early eighties, with (perhaps) the Mighty Travellers at the microphone. Chasmic, head-spinning. Pure murder.

Solid early-eighties Channel One, tooled to rock a dance, and till now played exclusively on dubplate by Jahlovemuzik.

His first recording, originally released in the mid ‘70s on the Percival label, and recorded at Dynamic Sound with the Now Generation Band. Nice and chunky.