African Head Charge w/ Lee “Scratch” Perry :: Glastonbury Festival 1990

Glastonbury, England. June 1990. One foot in the dying century, the other feeling for whatever comes next. Amid the sweating sprawl, DJ Earthpipe furtively records African Head Charge’s heated 66-minute set with Lee “Scratch” Perry on a Sony Walkman. A séance disguised as a sound system sermon, the tape folds time in on itself—hallucinatory, ritualistic. Press play and drift as tectonic basslines shift beneath the surface.

Lee “Scratch”Perry & Mouse on Mars :: Rockcurry

Occasionally, a song breaks forth from the void and strikes you like a bolt of lightning. That’s how it feels listening to “Rockcurry,” from the late dub pioneer Lee “Scratch” Perry and electronic duo Mouse on Mars (Jan St. Werner and Andi Toma)’s forthcoming Spatial, No Problem, out on the June 5th on Domino Record Co. It feels a little like plugging a fork into the electrical socket. Shock. Boom. A whole new world.

Seke Molenga & Kalo Kawongolo

Recorded in 1977 at the hand of Lee “Scratch” Perry in the legendary Black Ark lies one of its most beguiling and misunderstood creations. Two talented Congolese musicians were brought to Jamaica to record an album only to be unceremoniously dumped by their promoter and fend for themselves. Found begging on the streets of Kingston by Perry himself, as the story is told, The Upsetter took it as a sign from Jah to take them in, and a serendipitous musical collaboration followed. 

Lee “Scratch” Perry :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

When I call up the reggae legend, Lee “Scratch” Perry, The Upsetter, to talk about his new album Rainford I reach him on a grainy WhatsApp audio connection. He’s in Jamaica and he’s in bed, “looking at the lights. looking at the day, and looking at the night.”

Perry’s in his eighties and when he gets going he speaks in limericks, but he doesn’t come across as wacky, just joyful. The first thing I notice about Perry is the giggle that roils through the conversation and punctuates his sentences. It’s disarming, a Buddha-like by-product of a lifetime of producing joy by way of deep and heavy rhythms, and meant for killing egos.