Perfect uptempo rock steady from the Gaylad (copping a little British Invasion, a bit late in the day). The flip carries the swing, though: a magnificent horns cut to Delano’s Tell Me Baby, by The Gaysters.

No less than an alternate take of the almighty rocksteady classic from 1968. Backed with a Tommy McCook instrumental featuring organist Winston Wright.

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.

Private-press gospel boogie from Michigan band Cash Money, featuring full brass and vocal harmony. Plus some ace, synthy, slap-bass, choral gospel soul from Ricky Womack in 1990, in the tradition of the great DJ Rogers.

A double-header of booting, irresistible JA rhythm and blues.

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.

A skittering, stop-start, dubwise, vintage rhythm — sounds like Family Man at Studio One — pulsating with submarine sonar.
Al Campbell lights it up 2025-style with a coolly defiant, denunciatory sufferers. Live, dubplate vibes, kicking off with a nod to his hosts in Shepherds Bush, and a quick Orthodox represent represent.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. ‘Babylon them a criminal, Babylon them an animal, Babylon them a conman, Babylon them a ginal.’
Killer diller dub, too, with a stark, reedy dose of the Sugar Bellys.
Crucial bunny. Crunchy and tasty; proper underground vegetable business.
Bim.

Outstanding Tubbys.

Including a killer mix of Homeward Bound, the Creation Steppers’ blazing update of The Skatalites’ Confucius; a heavy Spear and a heavier Fred Locks (with Reggae Reggae Sauce rocking the mic).