Moody, class-conscious, early-eighties Diamonds from the same little red book as Bodyguard. Determinedly defiant, with an edge of menace. Tight, textbook Gussie’s; your-time’s-up horns; masterful, stripped and detailed dub. Ace.

Gorgeous roots. Seemingly super laidback and above-it-all but utterly trenchant. All the singing is sublime, including the back-up. The gentle nyabinghi percussion and keyboard stabs are beautifully restrained, as Sylvan Morris brings his genius to the mix. Same dub as the original 45. A stone classic. We could listen for days.
Plus the 12 Tribes launch a two-headed-shark attack on the flip, featuring maestro Pablove Black. No less than an instrumental cut to George Beaufort’s insurgent Reaching Our Goal, and a sick, synth excursion on the revered Black Star Liner rhythm.

Ace, loose, mystical roots, with sick synths, slacky tidy guitar, and Jarrett pouring himself into the mic. With a thumping dub led by saxophonist Jerry Johnson.

Glorious artwork by the one-and-only Limonious, originally drawn for a compilation of sides on Edgar Whyte’s excellent Parish label.
Gildan Hammer tees.
Last chance saloon.

Top-notch dubwise roots, with masterful trombone and extra percussion, originally on Ethnic Fight.

His first recording, originally released in the mid ‘70s on the Percival label, and recorded at Dynamic Sound with the Now Generation Band. Nice and chunky.

Only an unmissable next dub of the titanic Tell Me That You Love Me rhythm, for crying out loud.