httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOhBOdxO6Hg
Somewhere, sometime in the 00's.
Somewhere over the last year I started listening to a smattering of late 70's/early 80's reggae. Marcus Garvey (the album this song came from), Black Uhuru, and the Tamlins' "Baltimore". It's still rootsy, not dancehall, but it's not as warm or inviting as Bob Marley or Pete Tosh made things in the decade before: it's grimier, covered with a sense of dread. I hear some of the same sounds that were hitting rock radio at the same time*, but the production doesn't turns me off.
*I'm guessing here. I wasn't yet three when the US Hockey team did its thing. I've pieced things together using KEXP-Mankato's playlists of the mid-to-late 90's.
I'd heard bad things about Burning Spear's new material (everything after, say, 1985), but this shows he's still doing the old songs fantastically.
So, I listened to this album a bunch yesterday and today. On CD, it's one disc with both Marcus Garvey and the Dub Versions, Garvey's Ghost. If you see it, you should get it.
Hearing this live, I'd now feel a twinge of regret not seeing him if he comes through town again.
Fun fact: On this album, "Burning Spear" is actually a vocal trio. The next year, after the two others left (or were driven away), Winston Rodney took the band's name as his own name.