Gregory Isaacs: Presenting Mr Isaacs

PRIOR TO the glorious advent of soulful lover Pat Kelly in more recent weeks, lean, laconic crooner Gregory Isaacs was recognised as possibly the most cool executor of heartrending music in the whole world – both by myself and by such other citizens who frequent the same discomixes cum feminaxes as myself, from Phebes to the Blue Crescent cafe and the Apartheid Club, and especially the latter.