The Treasure Isle masterwork… plus a sweetly rocking Tommy McCook.

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.’

Excellent rock steady from 1966, with nothing much to do with the Lion of Judah; and a lush, tropical Tommy McCook, with nothing much to do with James Bond.

Superb, previously unreleased ska group-vocal, with Baba Brooks and co in fine form.

No less than an alternate take of the almighty rocksteady classic from 1968. Backed with a Tommy McCook instrumental featuring organist Winston Wright.

Irresistibly bouncy, pestiferous and nostalgic do-over of the version of One Note Samba/Spanish Flea which Sergio Mendes cut for Herb Alpert, with Lani Hall singing.
Perhaps a shame Homer Simpson wasn’t in Kingston at the time.
The flip-side sets the stage for Lloyd ‘Reggae Feet’ Williams with a quick mashing of the intro to I Can’t Help Myself by the Four Tops into some chords from Rescue Me by Fontella Bass.

The US singer dropping a little sass at Treasure Isle in 1968. Same session as Angel Of The Morning, but previously unreleased.
Also Tommy McCook & The Supersonics doing over Ode To Billy Joe in fine style.

Sweet rocksteady lovers, rather impassively worried about being apart for a while; plus the Supersonics’ slinky, tiptoe classic Our Man Flint (nodding to James Coburn’s piss-take of 007, just then arriving in Kingston cinemas).

Sweet rocksteady — expertly arranged, with boss guitar, horns and harmonies.
“We’re going to put it on… we are loaded… (long pause)... with soul music.”

Bumping, soulful ska. Plus Tommy McCook’s brilliant Goldfinger, on the flip.