Uku Kuut and his mum, on boogie patrol.

His second EP for this excellent Finnish label.
‘Four tracks of arctic tropicalia constructed during last summer’s heatwave. Badly behaving analogue synths and echos were layered with noisy field recordings and improvised percussion instruments. Some dub was also thrown in. When temperatures finally started dropping, files were sent to Scape Mastering.’

Classic mood-lifting party stomper, with RC rabbiting on about how he likes to party, over a looped sample from Blue Magic’s Welcome To The Club. With a dub, besides two mixes and an accapella.
‘Doctor Love was my song, and I would only take deep breaths, and fill my lungs with the rhythm, with the bass… I get deep.’

Two great sides: MF in fine sufferers style on a flinty Roots Radics version of No More Will I Roam (though you can’t refine Niney); and a vibesing Rockfort Rock from Ranking Joe, on the flip.

JB is the name the deejay Trinity uses when he sings. Here he is, nailing a sombre, mid-tempo bubbler for Sly and Robbie; alongside General Lee, laid-back and entertaining on Unmetered Taxi. Classic, rootical, early-nineties rubadub.

Infectiously spirited do-over of Horace Andy’s Higher Range. In three parts — vocal, toast, melodica dub.

Infectious, party-hearty, yes yes y’all rapping, from deep in the early-80s.
Peter Brown’s in-house Land Of Hits Orchestra gives up the instrumental, on the flip.

This started out a couple of years ago as a grounation drumming session above the old headquarters of the Mystic Revelation Of Rastafari, in Wareika Hill, Kingston, JA. Four funde, a repeta and a bass drum. Back in London, contributing flute and guitar, Kenrick Diggory unbottled the deep rootical psychedelia and sheer awe of Hunting — the Keith-Hudson-versus-Count-Ossie wonder of the world — and Tapes added electronics, a shot of Drum Song… and a giddily intense binghi dub.