Sweet rocksteady lovers, rather impassively worried about being apart for a while; plus the Supersonics’ slinky, tiptoe classic Our Man Flint (nodding to James Coburn’s piss-take of 007, just then arriving in Kingston cinemas).

Actually this is Tyrone Evans from The Paragons, not Tyrone Davis the Chicago Soul singer, doing over Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell in fine style.
With Dave Barker’s moonstomping classic Funkey Reggae on the flip, poised between Shocks Of A Mighty for The Upsetter, and his international smash with Ansel Collins, Double Barrel.
Then again, “Don’t watch that, watch this.”

Sweet rocksteady — expertly arranged, with boss guitar, horns and harmonies.
“We’re going to put it on… we are loaded… (long pause)... with soul music.”

Tearaway call-and-response vocal ska, rare and deadly; with a killer Baba Brooks.
Top-notch Japanese presentation.

JING-BANG, n. Also jin-; ging-bang; jabang. A considerable number. Gen. in phr. the hail jin(g)-bang, the whole lot, company, concern, affair. Also used attrib. and contemptuously — a worthless collection or lot (Uls. 1924 W. Lutton Montiaghisms 24, Uls. 1947).
Wgt. 1880 G. Fraser Lowland Lore 172: ‘Ye maun ken that the haill jingbang o’ them’s as Eerish as Rosy Monahan.’ Sc. 1892 Stevenson Wrecker xviii.: ‘He was the only one I ever liket of the hale jing-bang.’ Ayr. 1901 G. Douglas Green Shutters xiv.: ‘We’ve got the jing-bang lot if we’re quick.’

Excellent rock steady from 1966, with nothing much to do with the Lion of Judah; and a lush, tropical Tommy McCook, with nothing much to do with James Bond.

Terrific close-harmony rocksteady bad tidings from 1967.
The flip doubles the murder rate: Tommy McCook’s Persian Ska, from the previous year.

Evergreen rocksteady reading of Chip Taylor’s pop-country paean to illicit sex.

The US singer dropping a little sass at Treasure Isle in 1968. Same session as Angel Of The Morning, but previously unreleased.
Also Tommy McCook & The Supersonics doing over Ode To Billy Joe in fine style.

Irresistibly bouncy, pestiferous and nostalgic do-over of the version of One Note Samba/Spanish Flea which Sergio Mendes cut for Herb Alpert, with Lani Hall singing.
Perhaps a shame Homer Simpson wasn’t in Kingston at the time.
The flip-side sets the stage for Lloyd ‘Reggae Feet’ Williams with a quick mashing of the intro to I Can’t Help Myself by the Four Tops into some chords from Rescue Me by Fontella Bass.

Superb, previously unreleased ska group-vocal, with Baba Brooks and co in fine form.

The ska originator in his 1964 prime; plus a knees-up Baba Brooks.

Over several years, Far East Records in Japan has faultlessly reissued more than fifty classic Treasure Isle sevens. Expert selections; impeccably restored labels, beautifully colour-matched, often using metallic inks; and great sound.
Over & Done With is out here for the first time, and it’s murder. Riding a banging bottom-end, with thunderous drum rolls, and magnificent horns with superb soloing, Monty coolly lays out his dignified, devastating dissection of a break-up, with the cutting, expository verve of prime Lord Kitchener.
‘When you came to my rescue, I gave all that I could give. Now that your purse is empty, you’ve left me the same way you came. Loving you is useless, you’re a waste of time, you’ve got no love, no sympathy on your mind… My darling, it’s over and done with.’
Baba Brooks leads the way on the flip, which sounds a lot better here than the original pressing. Killer, tear-up ska.