I love how this Black Uhuru song throws you for a little bit of a loop. First you’re lulled by the groove, like you can just zone out to it, then at about halfway, the chorus kicks in with a strong reminder of just where reggae culture came from. It’s not just a groove, it’s a raised fist. Which is what reggae music is all about; it’s a Trojan horse that teaches political lessons under the guise of music you can groove to. I’ve always appreciated Black Uhuru for their songwriting, for striking a balance of making strong points but writing them poetically.
What reggae music really needed in 1982 was more vocoder. So thought the members of Black Uhuru, and it turned out they were right. Black Uhuru really took roots reggae into the 80’s and kept it relevant and stayed abreast of new technology, pretty much singlehandedly. They dabbled with synthesizers and electronic effects and studio trickery, vocoders included – just enough to sound timely, but not so much as to lose their sense of rootedness. It sounds like island music, and it recognizably like 80’s music. That’s a tough balance to strike, but Black Uhuru had an amazing run of classic albums throughout the decade and all the way into the 90’s.
Did some do-gooding NGO pay Black Uhuru to write a PSA to teach at-risk youth about the dangers of crack? Because don’t let the innocuous name of the song fool you, this is a song about the dangers of crack. Coming out in 1990, it was very politically relevant, if you’ll recall the crack cocaine epidemic of the 1980’s, and those eye-catching D.A.R.E. (to keep kids off drugs!) shirts that washed up in every thrift store in the 90’s. It was an epidemic, apparently, because for complicated socio-economic reasons crack cocaine was somehow considered different from the regular kind. Basically, cocaine was a popular party treat amongst the wealthy and glamorous for decades, but when low-income type people started getting their hands on it, it was suddenly air quote an epidemic air quote. It was aslo a real problem, though, seriously. Because unlike the wealthy and glamorous, low income type people can’t just trot off to rehab or purchase a cleansing blood transfusion or send their children away to boarding school for safekeeping or just not work or do anything productive for months on end while they’re on a binge. But they still want to enjoy the mind-numbing pleasures of blow, or heroin, or whatever intoxicant is trending. It’s the exact same thing that’s happening now with the opiod epidemic. The crack epidemic waned away as the economy went into an upswing in the 1990’s. Right now the opposite is happening and a lot of people see no better future for themselves than quietly dying of an overdose. We all know that the “Drugs are bad, mmmkay?” approach is no deterrent at all. We all know that fucking t-shirts don’t help, and singing songs about it doesn’t help much either, no offense to everyone who wrote songs about it. Thumbs up for all the good intentions, though.
Here’s a rare live Black Uhuru performance. Not dated, but appears to be sometime in the early 80’s, probably near the release of Sinsemilla. That album is one of Black Uhuru’s finest and an absolute must-have for Reggae fans. Or, really, just an across-the-board classic beyond the confines of genre. Reggae often gets shafted as some kind of ‘special interest’ music, either targeted to stoners or lost under the broad ‘world music’ umbrella. I’ve always tried to promote Reggae for its political relevance, rather than its better known fun side, and Black Uhuru has always been my prime example. Their music is undeniably fun, but the social consciousness of their writing is their real strength. What do they want you to push til you push it over? The racist slave-economy capitalist system of oppression, of course, though they wouldn’t phrase it quite that dry.
Can anyone hazard a guess what this one is about? Black Uhuru have lot of songs of great political and social import, but this isn’t one of them. Sometimes you just have to celebrate the basic stuff, I guess, and if there’s one thing everybody likes about Rasta culture, well, you guessed it.
“Peace and love in the north, peace and love in the south, peace and love in the east, peace and love in the universe”
Please? Even if you’re suffering from idealism exhaustion, even if you’ve dismissed the concept of peace (world or local) as a childish pipe dream, you might still feel a little lifted up. Black Uhuru does that. It’s music for positive mobilization. Remember that peace is not an abstract concept; it’s built on simple things like freedom, justice and equality. So motivate yourself to fight for those things, piece by piece.
It sounds like a reggae party next door is pretty cool happenings even if you’re not invited to it. I mean, if I had Rasta neighbors who threw parties all night, I’d be pretty okay with it. And if you’re throwing your own reggae party, this is your jam, because Black Uhuru is the best party music. When it comes to classic reggae, they are among the very greatest, and about due for a revival, I think.