Roots reaching the depths of the earth core, vibrating its magma and moving tectonic plates. The idiosyncratic chanting from rastaman A. Doeman isn't for the man who cyaan handle the pressure of serious reasoning. Roots and culture with a dread message.
Hail up the late and great natty A. Doeman.
This album was a gift by Paris (engineer on the album and personal friend of Doeman). My utter most appreciation for this gift, bredder Paris!
The cover art is sublime. A beautiful screen print with His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie I in focus. The music is as serious as the cover art suggests.