by Lloyd Richards
Editor's note: I'm not going to pretend that I know anything about ska just as long as you refuse to admit that you're a low frequency pirate. Not that I'm condemning you because somebody's out there scratching at their eyeballs right now trying to find their old Lloyd Richards album and having failed to do so is crawling the net looking for a backup source. That is I.
This dude, at times, reminds me of a less soulful Otis Redding (that's a fucking compliment because Otis had alllll the soul!) or a more upbeat Freddie Fender and a few others that I've now. Ah- well... have at this scratched up and sullied old thing.