Growing up white and relatively middle-class, reggae for this writer used to be synonymous with high school, with skived PE lessons and of course, the smell of spilled bong water. And as such, while the politics of bands such as Black Uhuru and Burning Spear have always been present, it’s difficult for such things to resonate when you’re hearing it through someone’s phone speaker and a fug of Lemon Haze.
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