Magnificent, hypnotically insurgent, boogie-down bubblers, with Sugar Minott at the mic, leading burnished horns and dapper, soulful backing vocals. Like a cross between Ain’t No Stopping Us Now and Armagideon.
Jerry Johnson heads out on the flip: a killer uptempo instrumental, with swirling brass over a pared-down, propulsive rhythm.

Four thrilling rounds of rampage, school of Basic Channel.

Great early-eighties Channel 1 excursion on the same version of DEB’s Revolution rhythm as Barrington Levy’s Black Rose.

Lloyd Forest, Tommy Thomas and Samuel Bramwell at Joe Gibbs.

Same tough Radics rhythm used by Al Campbell for Fight I Down. Gotta be Scientist at the desk.

Heartfelt, blessed early-eighties Maxfield Avenue roots, in short supply from the off. Pressed from the original stamper, Digikiller-style: a few clicks at the start can’t test rudie.

The great deejay’s deliriously authoritative toast of Satta.
‘Why do the heathen rage? Let us break their bands asunder.’

1966 rocksteady, elegantly heartfelt as Nat King Cole.