I never had a Bob Marley phase. As a relatively straight-laced teen, I didn’t embrace the ganja, nor pretend to dig Jah.
So, I came to this CD from my wife’s deep, dark history with no reminiscence. And it’s a bit of a surprise.
The album contains none of the tracks I associate with the dreadlocked one. Indeed, it’s not even as reggae as I expected. Sure, there’s a bit of the swinging basslines, low tempo, and offbeat guitar rhythms. And with the requisite drug references:
But vocally, Bob often also veers into a more soulful space. And the album is all the better for it. By playing in a genre I have more of a feel for, I have a much great appreciation of Mr Marley’s vocal capabilities and musical sensibilities.
And looking ahead I can see my next album is chockablock with the Marley standards.
File under: Sufficiently ambulatory