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  1. Those in the know will have already identified that this copy of mine is a re-issue, as they will know that the original release was credited to Poet & The Roots. Whoever it’s credited to, were we to sit down to discuss the question “Which is the greatest British Reggae album ?” this record would hog quite a sizeable chunk of that discussion, and would have every chance of coming out on top of any list constructed from that discussion.

    LKJ was born in Jamaica. His middle name, Kwesi, is a Ghanaian name given to boys born on a Sunday. In 1963 he and his father moved to London to rejoin his Mother who had moved to Britain the year before. While still at school he joined the Black Panther Movement and began a poetry workshop with a group of Rastafarian drummers. In a 2018 interview he revealed “I began to write verse, not only because I liked it, but because it was a way of expressing the anger, the passion of the youth of my generation in terms of our struggle against racial oppression”. 

    While working as a journalist for various publications (NME, Melody Maker, Black Music and others) LKJ was asked to write advertising copy for Virgin Records Front Line Reggae label (the labels first release was compiled, uncredited, by John Lydon and we shall cover that pivotal album in a future blog post). While at a recording session he talked to Richard Branson about recording a poetry session and Branson agreed (he did once make good decisions !). After recording some demo’s Branson agreed to a budget of £2000 (!) to make an album. The original issue on the Front Line imprint was credited to Poet (LKJ) & The Roots (who included Dennis Bovell and Lloyd "Jah Bunny" Donaldson from British Roots pioneers Matumbi). The finished album is credited with launching a whole new genre in Reggae music, Dub Poetry. 

    The music is dense and heavy, bass driven with a sound that at loud enough volume will make the walls shake. LKJ intones his poetry, and make no mistake these are poems and not songs, in his deep almost monotone patois.

    “Brothers and sisters rocking, A dread beat, pulsing fire, burning

    Chocolate hour and darkness creeping night

    Black veiled night is weeping, Electric lights consoling, night

    A small hall soaked in smoke, A house of ganja mist”

    Stunning words, it’s not for no reason that LKJ is only the second living poet, and the only black poet, to be published by Penguin Modern Classics. That first song doesn’t end well as a knife is pulled and “Leaps out for a dig of a flesh, of a piece of skin, And blood, bitterness, exploding fire, wailing blood, and bleeding”, vivid pictures painted with words.

    Alongside LKJ’s words the music is some of the best British produced Reggae it’s possible to hear. But at its core this album is all about the words. There are songs about George Lindo, framed by the police and jailed for a robbery in Bradford, Darcus Howe, editor of the magazine “Race Today” who was falsely jailed for assault in London “Him stand up in di court like a mighty lion, Him stand up in di court like a man af Iron” and fiercley rebellious words about the racial oppression suffered by black communities across Britain,  problems that sadly still exist today. 

    “All wi doin is defendin, Soh get yu ready fi war…war…
    Freedom is a very firm thing, All oppression can do is bring
    Passion to di ‘eights of eruption, An’ songs of fire wi will sing”

    If you have any interest in Reggae music and particularly British Reggae music then “Dread, Beat An’ Blood” is an essential record.

    Dread, Beat An’ Blood - https://youtu.be/Ta9ve3MN6_8?si=7Q4XVmm_-9mxPHKu

  2. As you are all no doubt aware Jim Bob is the former sing-ist with 90’s Indie heroes Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine. Since that band’s demise he’s made a number of excellent solo records including “School” (featuring the utterly wonderful “Mrs Fucking MacMurphy (Teaches Food Technology)” yes, it’s every bit as good as its title suggests) and “Goffam”. 

    In November and December of 2019 I was out on tour with The Wonder Stuff as part of their road crew and Jim Bob was the opening act on almost all of those dates. This was the album he was recording at that time which was released in the summer of 2020. I ordered it in advance and boy oh boy did we get our moneys worth ! The LP in a beautifully designed gatefold sleeve featuring illustrations of JB as an astronaut, pirate, doctor and deep sea diver. On the labels were two other images of him as a priest and a judge. Also included was a 2021 JimBob calendar with more images of him in other occupations like postman, a signed postcard and initially a bonus CD entitled “Pop Up Covers” with versions of songs by The Clash, Elvis Costello, X-Ray Spex and others…phew, was that enough bang for your buck.

    Musically it’s what my many friends who are slightly fanatical about Carter/JimBob would expect, New Wave/Indie Rock delivered in slightly world weary, sardonic manner with some clever lyrics. There’s nothing to match “Sherriff Fatman” or ““Mrs Fucking MacMurphy…” (honestly if you’ve never heard it go find it, it’s a treat), in fact the stand out song for me is the very first one “Jo's Got Papercuts”, a song about the little things in life that can become big problems, it has a little of a Glam Rick feel about it which for me makes it a not unpleasant listen.

    I really didn’t want to say anything negative about this record as it reminds me of a great time spent touring with Jim Bob and his manager Mark, two really genuine and talented people, BUT…it’s another one of those bloody terrible modern pressings. Unless you are playing this album on a tank of a Technics 1210 with a lot of weight on the arm (which is doing the record itself no favours) Side 2 is unplayable as it jumps and skips all the way through. A pox on modern pressing plants.

    Jo's Got Papercuts - https://youtu.be/OqRWb9JQW_0?si=w3NbqA_n2eZns2sW

  3. Number 200 in these ongoing ramblings of mine feels like a real milestone, one that needs celebrating in some small manner. Then let’s celebrate it by noting that it is fitting that this 200th blog post concerns just about one of the greatest albums released in my lifetime and one which has never been very far away from my ears since it’s original release (it’s playing now)…30 bloody years ago !!!

    By the time Jellyfish came to make their second album there had been changes. Guitarist Jason Falkner, who had also played much of the Bass on “Bellybutton”, had left over the lack of opportunity to write songs for the band which was tightly controlled by Andy Sturmer and Roger Manning Jr. Chris Manning’s (Roger’s brother), who hadn’t played on “Bellybutton” but had been drafted in to play Bass on the albums tours, had also departed. So singer/drummer Sturmer and keyboard-ist Manning were joined by guitarist John Brion (who would very soon join Jason Falkner’s post Jellyfish band The Grays) and Bassist Tim Smith (who went on to join Umajets who, if you like Jellyfish, are well worth searching out). Albhy Galuten was back to oversee production along with Jack Joseph Puig, Sturmer and Manning and oh what a marvellous confection they all created.

    There are lullabies, songs about the teenage adulation of pop stars, unwanted pregnancies and possibly the best song written about “self satisfaction” since The Vapors “Turning Japanese” (you did know that was what “Turning Japanese” was about…right ?) “My hand’s a five leaf clover, It’s Palm Sunday over and over…He’s my best friend”.

    Things start gently with “Hush”. One thing I discovered from the CD is that “Hush” and final song “Brighter Day” start and end respectively with the same keyboard note, so if you play the CD on repeat (which I used to do often) the album is a never ending loop, cleverly thought out stuff this was. “Hush” is a lullaby, delivered using those beautiful vocal harmonies that were shown off in “The King Is Half Undressed”. The voices fly about and swoop in and around the melody, it’s quite beautiful

     Go to sleep and hush little darling

    It's time for bed, time to put out the light

    Sweet dreams are awaiting behind your closed eyes

    And a blanket of night, Where the bed bugs don't bite

    The next 5 songs making up the remainder of Side 1 may be some of the greatest pop music ever made. “Joining A Fan Club” comes muscling in on a big fat guitar blast and lays out the joys and perils of teenage obsessions 

    Joining a fan club with my friends, Filling our bathtubs with tee shirts and 8x10's

    He looks so dreamy, I'm in love from afar, When I'm picking up a fallen star

    And after recently watching a (frankly quite dull) 90 minute video about the making of “Spilt Milk” it was a very pleasant shock to hear Roger Manning Jr. say that the saxophones on “Joining A Fanclub” were arranged in homage to Roy Wood and Wizzard (we’ll get to them subsequently). The following “Sebrina, Paste And Plato” is a whimsical look at the lunchtime goings on at a school. 

    “New Mistake” is the song mentioned above about unplanned pregnancy. Now I guess you’ve figured out by now that I likes a lyric and this song contains a couple of pearls, firstly about the “mistakes” christening

    So Father Mason, clutching his crucifix

    Baptized the baby in whiskey and licorice

    What a lovely way, drowning sins in tooth decay

    And later on while reporting from the future about the baby’s love life on growing up

    The ending turned tragic when many years later

    The baby had grown up and married a pop singer

    I think it was her turn to make her first mistake

    All this poetry wrapped in a swinging arrangement packed full of those vocal harmonies we’ve come to love. “The Glutton Of Sympathy” is a beautiful ballad and Side 1 ends on this albums lead single “The Ghost At Number One”. Guitars rumble and slash through the verses leading to a Baroque-ish feeling chorus telling of the trials and tribulations of a doomed star. It’s quite superb.

    Right then, deep breath cos here comes Side 2…and while I’m writing this for you I’m listening to “Stack-o-Tracks” the instrumental backing tracks from these two albums (yes, I’m that obsessive!).

    “Bye Bye Bye” breezes past all sweetness and light but gives way to something that is as close to Punk Rock as Jellyfish ever got. The opening chords to “All Is Forgiven” don’t sound like Jellyfish has before, they are loud, atonal, brutal and angry. Still they manage to lead you into a killer of a song with accusations jabbed at someone who sounds like they don’t deserve forgiving

    Hypocrite, four flusher, snake in the grass

    Just a swindler and wolf in sheep's clothing

    LIAR !

    That final “LIAR!” sounding like it jumped straight out of “Bohemian Rhapsody”. Jellyfish didn’t often get nasty but they did here.

    “Russian Hill” is a lush ballad set in the area of San Francisco famous for that winding street you see in so many movies, Lombard Street. “He’s My Best Friend” pretty graphically concerns the act of “self satisfaction”. It was originally not going to be on the album but the band decided it would add some light relief (if you’ll pardon the pun) and it certainly does that with some excellent “Carry On” style nudge-nudge…wink-wink lyrics including “At thirteen we shook hands”, “You don't need a brain to have a stroke of genius” and 

    He doesn't need a rubber sweater or alcohol

    Cause he gets tipsy from exchanging looks

    And a little misty reading sticky (blue dirty books)

    As I wrote about “Bellybutton” this is intricately constructed pop music with a sprinkle of fairy dust that sets it head and shoulders above almost everything of its time. Jellyfish burned bright and then were gone. What they were doing didn’t fit the times, this was the early 90’s when Grunge (aka bands who were too scared to admit they played Heavy metal in plaid shirts) ruled the airwaves and Jellyfish slipped between the cracks. I was “talking” with my friend Marcus, another committed Jellyfish enthusiast, about them while writing this. I again offered that Jellyfish should have been huge, he responded “I like to think that in a parallel universe, they are huge”…take me there…

    The Ghost At Number One - https://youtu.be/YgKjC2V4xfk?si=Y84zwWCi0yxNAS1t