Posting this because I’m off to see these guys tonight in Cambridge. Also, because it’s one of my oldest reggae memories. Not because it was something I listened to, rather that I came across the group while reading a copy of Sounds in 1977, which sent me beyond Bob Marley and into a parallel world of spiritualism and herbs. My now sadly-deceased friend Peter Pulford didn’t own a lot of records, but he had this one. And the production from Lee Perry allows it to sound like the future, as well as traditional. The opening track ‘Fisherman’, probably gets the most plays, but ‘Congoman’ takes us somewhere else, in which we eavesdrop on another time and place. Rastafarians are what the hippies, who all turned into venture capitalists wanted to be. Has their time passed? Let's hope not.
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