The alluring, mystery female vocalist here is cool and deadly amidst the mayhem, beside a tasty harmonica lead. Nice bebop saxophone, too, on the flip.

Sweet, soaring, rocksteady courtship. BB Seaton, Delano Stewart and Maurice Roberts in top form. Plus a Ken Boothe scorcher — plangent, vocally idiosyncratic, stoic — masterfully channelling Otis.

Herman Sang (from the Jiving Juniors) was at Brentford Road from the start, in the late-1950s.
This is wistful organ-combo r&b — pre-ska — with some sweet calypso jazz on the flip.

Characteristically melancholic, wise, masterful singing.
With a bumptious, flirtatious Valentines.

A second helping as sublimely pleasurable as the first, with Prince Buster, Rupie Edwards, Derrick Harriott, Dobby Dobson and Joe Higgs amongst the singers.
‘Enthralling to anyone,’ according to The Guardian.

Ace Ken Khouri productions for Federal, from 1964-5; beautifully repackaged.

Heart-broken, body-rocking, mid-tempo ska. Ace.

Tearaway call-and-response vocal ska, rare and deadly; with a killer Baba Brooks.
Top-notch Japanese presentation.

JING-BANG, n. Also jin-; ging-bang; jabang. A considerable number. Gen. in phr. the hail jin(g)-bang, the whole lot, company, concern, affair. Also used attrib. and contemptuously — a worthless collection or lot (Uls. 1924 W. Lutton Montiaghisms 24, Uls. 1947).
Wgt. 1880 G. Fraser Lowland Lore 172: ‘Ye maun ken that the haill jingbang o’ them’s as Eerish as Rosy Monahan.’ Sc. 1892 Stevenson Wrecker xviii.: ‘He was the only one I ever liket of the hale jing-bang.’ Ayr. 1901 G. Douglas Green Shutters xiv.: ‘We’ve got the jing-bang lot if we’re quick.’