A beautiful song, perfectly suited to BB’s sweetly soulful singing style.
Bunny Lee runnings, originally; with King Tubby at the controls for the first dub here.
Pure loveliness.

With dubplate mixes.

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

The original Randy’s version is a desert island disc — and nearly twenty years later this a magnificent do-over by way of the Black Ark, originally released by Tony Owens’ Seven Leaves, in Kensal Rise.

Magnificent, extended interpretation of his own Rastaman Camp classic for Studio One; this time with Niney at the controls. More trenchant and purposeful, less ecstatic. Burning, jazzy horns stand in for the nyabinghi drums of the earlier cut. Freddie slays it. ‘Throw away your folly.’

Storming, stomping, insurgent Niney. Stunning record.

‘I think it was 1979, or 1978. That rhythm, I record it at Channel One, and take it to Perry. So when me go down there and record it with Perry, I would have to get it mixed down so it would fit Perry’s 4-track Teac. So this is where now I voice it, and Scratch mix it, mix the voice. Then we put back the rhythm on the thing, and go back down to Channel One, and then Ranking Barnabas mix it. So it’s really Scratch, Barnabas and Scientist work on that song. That’s why you hear Scientist develop the foot and all those… double drumming you see there. It was Sly, Sly was the one who play that drum. Sly, Fullwood, Tony Chin, Chinna, Bobby Ellis, Dizzy the guy that play Riot for Keith Hudson, and Tommy McCook.’

Deadly, seventies, New York roots. Rugged, a little wired.
The basic rhythm-track is Wackies-style. The flamboyant brass chart is jazzier. Moody organ, too. Young Roots himself goes on a bit.
The band backed The Aksumites on their first 12” (Afrika Fe De Afrikan) and gigged around the City.

I Believe this reissue is not properly licensed.

Roots anthem, produced by Tubby for Bunny Lee.

Overproof sufferers by Sweeney Williams, with the Wailers Band.

Magnificent do-over of Dennis Brown’s classic Foot Of The Mountain. A TG Binns production from mid-seventies New York. Murder.