Stark, deranged, unmissable JA funk, mining Slippin’ Into Darkness, by War. Still totally knockout after nearly fifty years.
Plus Horace and Chinna on the flip, laying some calming homilies over a sobered-up version of the rhythm.
Scorcher. One megaton of Hudson dread; pure reggae noir.
The mix is quite different to Flesh Of My Skin.
Definitively presented at last (after some dire bootlegs), by Dub Store in Tokyo.
Gripping, up-in-your-face account of the story of Judas. Full-on Keith Hudson roots.
And an unmissable nugget of flute-led JA funk, by the Soul Syndicate, on the flip.