I’m one of those people who got into ‘70s reggae and dub via ‘70s punk and, perhaps more specifically, via the sort of stuff Don Letts used to play in the Roxy, and then kindly sort of reproduced in a compilation. album several decades later. This l d to me buying and enjoying a number of reggae albums from that era.
That era, and not beyond, of course; I don’t really have a roadmap beyond the punk connection and have no clue about reggae music after about 1980. It feels like a very different culture (part of the attraction) in a way that Black American music doesn’t, even though it originates from the same West African diaspora of the descendants of people kidnapped into North American slavery.
A few songs from this album are tightly well known, and the title song has a special meaning for those of us born in the year of no Elvis, Beatles or Rolling Stones. But the whole album is a treat to listen to.
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