On the Chopper version of Billie Jean.

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

Crucial version of the Horace; with a nice minor-key flip.

Celebrated late-eighties soundboy business — another of his very best, revived at last.

Ace, quirky one-away — effervescent singing on a bubbling rhythm, with ticking drums and deft keyboard interjections.

Highly recommended — previously unreleased digi fire from the same sessions and mould as He Was A Friend.

The fledgling Wailing Souls, rocking steady but broken-hearted in 1966; backed with the perfect ska antidote, a previously-unreleased Hopeton Lewis pick-me-up.

Bumping rocksteady — with a gospel, Toots flavour to the A; a little more booting rhythm and blues to the flip.

1966 rocksteady, elegantly heartfelt as Nat King Cole.

The greatest rocksteady instrumental of them all.
Haughtily cool and deadly; a stepping razor of a tune. (Just ask the ODB.)
Back in after a long absence. Hail the rebel sound.

Juggernaut version of the Four Tops, with Ike Bennett at the organ leading Ilya Kuryakin on the flip.

A contender for the heaviest dub of all time.
When the Rootical Dubber had a go at reissuing Trevor Byfield and co, many years ago, he omitted this, saying it was just too awesome to mess with.

Heavy roots; thumping dub. Turns out that Moses was being discreet.

Top-notch roots; and another great Vassell-Williams dub.

Tell them, Shabba.

Moving, skilfully epistolary song-writing from inside the belly of Apartheid.
Killer rhythm, to boot.

Two tracks originally self-released in 1981: abrasive post-punk-come-proto-industrial, with vocals, guitar, programmed drums and synths. The first in a series of CP revives promised by Sacred Summits for 2014.