Brilliant digi dancehall rhythms — from Firehouse to Lenky — with some new stuff thrown in by the likes of Diplo and Harmonic 313.

A survey of the burgeoning new UK jazz scene.
‘Shows that while there is commonality in these artists’ approach to music, there is a wide variety of styles – from deep spiritual jazz, electronic experimentalisation, punk-edged funk, uplifting modal righteousness, deep soulful vocals and much more.’

Ace, vibesing, early seventies new-jazz album by this New Orleans drummer by way of the NYC loft scene, and musical cohorts there like Leon Thomas, Lonnie Liston Smith and Strata East.

The flautist’s recording debut, originally released in 1969 on his own Asha label out of Washington DC, in an edition of five hundred copies.
LM is a poet, anthropologist and painter; a friend of Picasso from his time in Paris in 1965, who has worked with Nina Simone, Nana Vasconcelos, Ron Carter and Cecil McBee. In the 1960s he was involved in the civil rights movement.
This is deep, spiritual jazz, further nourished with the Latin, Brazilian and African rhythms learned during McNeil’s travels throughout Africa and Brazil (where he hooked up with Dom Salvador and Paulo Moura).
Lovingly presented with extensive sleeve notes, including an interview with Lloyd McNeill, besides exclusive photos. 180g vinyl, with a download code.

The flautist with Nana Vasconceles, Dom Salvador, Portinho, Cecil McBee and co in 1980. Spiritual jazz with strong Brazilian flavours. Lovely stuff.

‘Coxsone Boy’ showed Mr. Dodd how to lick over Studio One’s vast armament of foundational rhythms for the dancehall era to come (and claim them back from Channel One). He knew them all backwards from singing over them on his sound.
Killer selection.

‘The Soul Brothers possess a Crystal Clear Sound. Obviously it would be better to Cut the Chatter and Spin the Platter.’
A knockout selection of instrumental scorchers by the awesome Studio One house band led by Jackie Mittoo and Roland Alphonso, 1965-67.

‘You said he was your cousin, oh but I found out that he was wasin’... Two cousins don’t kiss, especially not like this…’