London crew formed in the late seventies by Gus Phillips from Sierra Leone and Dominican Sam Jones. Nurtured by Grove Music; same family tree as Aswad. Just around the corner from Honest Jon’s in Ladbroke Grove, guitarist Peter Harris went on to set up the Kickin label (which put out Shut Up And Dance, Aaron Carl and Blaze).

Heavy, heavy early-eighties roots, mixed by King Tubby.

A kind of Dennis Brown / Studio One cut-up. Written by Junior Brammer and Jah Life, according to the label. Talk about taking it easy.

Stupefying Upsetters genius — splicing together the rhythms of Better Days and Musical Transplant like Doctor Funkenstein himself, whilst Charlie Ace barks at Dinah the missus to get out of bed and pass him his trousers and an axe, there’s a cow-thief in the garden, needs his fingers chopped off.

Total murder.
With a precious instrumental version.

Top-notch, super-soulful rocksteady.
With an alternate take.

Characteristically melancholic, wise, masterful singing.
With a bumptious, flirtatious Valentines.

Stately ska loveliness, with Queen Patsy at her very best, disclosing her devotion to Frankie Lymon; and a previously unreleased Webber Sisters on the flip, fizzing with charm.

Tearaway call-and-response vocal ska, rare and deadly; with a killer Baba Brooks.
Top-notch Japanese presentation.

JING-BANG, n. Also jin-; ging-bang; jabang. A considerable number. Gen. in phr. the hail jin(g)-bang, the whole lot, company, concern, affair. Also used attrib. and contemptuously — a worthless collection or lot (Uls. 1924 W. Lutton Montiaghisms 24, Uls. 1947).
Wgt. 1880 G. Fraser Lowland Lore 172: ‘Ye maun ken that the haill jingbang o’ them’s as Eerish as Rosy Monahan.’ Sc. 1892 Stevenson Wrecker xviii.: ‘He was the only one I ever liket of the hale jing-bang.’ Ayr. 1901 G. Douglas Green Shutters xiv.: ‘We’ve got the jing-bang lot if we’re quick.’