And just like, the dread (no pun intended) lifts, and we are back in the party zone. This is a very unusual band. Not changing in a linear way like XTC, but bouncing around however the whim takes them. And it must be strange to have a band where it's so unclear, or at best obscure, to work out what their first three albums are. And their fourth studio album is a best of that isn't a best of.

A lot of love for Peter Tosh, of course, whose vocals are if anything just as distinctive as Bob. A soulful sound. I am guessing that Stop That Train, on Catch a Fire, may not be entirely unrelated to Stop The Train on this outing. There they go again, keeping us on our toes.

Go Tell it On The Mountain. That's one I remember vividly from primary school. It was certainly never presented to us as an alien, or foreign thing. And absolutely not as a slave or black thing. It was almost a Huckleberry Finn vibe, or a biblical story, David and Goliath, let my people go, that kind of thing, Interestingly we also did The Ink is Black, so perhaps the teacher (Mrs Glass, who drove a Land Rover - where does this stuff live that I still have instant recall of it?) was a secret stoner or something. Unlikely but possible.

Soon Come and we are back in Memphis again. I am quickly realising that my very one-dimensional impression of this band is wide of the mark. Great stuff.