South Florida is starving for reggae music. Given our proximity to Jamaica, reggae bands should find rich fields of West Indian immigrants within which to flourish. Aside from stumbling upon stacks of old roots records played by Lauderhill patty-shop proprietors or late-night public radio retro Rastafarians, however, we're infected with the same reggae cancer that's steadily draining the life from Jamaican music. Socially conscious lyrics, sunny riddims, bubbling bass bins, easy skankin' -- all have been choked out by the repugnant, virulently gay-bashing mic tactics that pass for Jamaican reggae these days. Surely, there must be somewhere to sit in on an... More >>>