Edna was a Honey Cone who sang with Holland-Dozier-Holland, and Ray Charles on Let’s Go Get Stoned. Her 1977 solo album is pure class — a luxuriant blend of ballads and dancers, supervised and brilliantly arranged by Greg Perry, her old man. De La Soul, Nas and Talib Kweli all drank from the fountain. Oops! itself is all-time rare-groove murder.

Her second and third Motown LPs, from 1962 and 1963 — irresistible, timeless pop — making her its biggest star. In authentic mono for the first time on CD, using fresh transfers of the original master tapes.

Surely this is a Lloyd Campbell production of The Revolutionaries, not a Niney.
Either way it’s total murder, with a dub originally entitled The Rise And Fall Of The South African Regime.
Next cut to The Heptones’ almighty We Want It.

Unmistakably sexy, classy SC over fun, rickety island disco produced by Franklyn Waul — from the Taxi Gang — in 1988.

On Little Roy’s Christopher Columbus.

Piano duets with David Rothenberg, playing clarinet and bass clarinet.

‘The most avant- garde blues performer ever recorded. No punk rock band has ever matched the jagged acerbic fury of the riffs Williams played 35 years ago. No rapper has approached his ability to evoke the torment of life in prison or bend language to cast an eerie spell over a chance encounter with a seductive woman’ (New York Times).
‘It’s difficult to approve the banalities of most blues singers after listening to Robert Pete Williams’ (Peter Guralnick, Feel Like Going Home).

The ten tracks of the classic Louisana Blues album recorded in July 1966 in Berkeley under the supervision of John Fahey for his Takoma imprint… plus scarce or previously unreleased studio and live recordings made in France and Italy in 1977-78.

A limited-edition CD.

Ace Jah Warrior revive from 1997.

From 1966, burning, mostly free-form, a quintet featuring the missus Barbara Donald’s brilliant trumpet-playing, and an up-and-coming John Hicks.

Terrific 1968-72 demos by this giant of American country, including many of his masterworks. (A bunch of asses here at HJ, as is often noted. You don’t like Hank, you can kiss them all.)