BLACK UHURU / “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner”
If you can name five dreadlocked musicians whose last name isn’t Marley, you’ve probably already heard Black Uhuru’s 1981 record “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner.” For those who haven’t, it’s a 100% stone-cold roots reggae classic. Meaning, all of the trademark 1970s elements are there: the gut-scrambling bass, the hypnotic guitar skank, the wailing ‘sufferation’ vocals, etc. It is also deeply steeped in Rasta polemics. If you’ve ever heard a true believer talk about ‘ital ways of living,’ ‘the book of rules,’ or the joys of the good herb, then you could probably write most of these lyrics yourself. “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner” has everything you could ever want in a reggae classic, but one thing it doesn’t have is anything in common with the movie of the same name, whether it be the Sidney Poitier original or the Bernie Mack/Ashton Kutcher remake (which was actually kinda funny, believe it or not). There’s no culture clash here. The tune is more instructional than confrontational. “Suffering,” sings Michael Rose, “made me realize what it takes and how to be a natty dreadlock.” The Black Uhuru lead vocalist then spends the balance of the song explaining exactly “how to be a dreadlock.” Given that my lifestyle is anything but ‘ital,’ I sometimes wonder why I spend so much time listening to roots music. And I suppose I’m talking more about the lyrics in particular than the music in general. From an instrumental perspective, the reason I listen is readily apparent: I love bass and I love drums. Obviously, roots reggae is nothing if not bass and drum overload. Plus, in the case of Black Uhuru specifically, and in the case of the Guess Who’s Coming To DinnerLP even more specifically, the sound mix is just so damn brilliant. These are showcase versions, meaning the regular vocal track is butted up against the dub version. The moment (in two of the three previously-mentioned songs) when the track abruptly flips back to the beginning gets me every—and I do mean every—time. And then there are the things like Rose’s “Africa-ca-ca-ca…” echoing through something like three bars before finally fading out, and there’s that weird liquid effect that bubbles throughout “Guess Who’s Coming.” I never get tired of listening to these records because there’s always something fresh in the mix to re/focus on. But the lyrics…. Honestly, I’m not buying the politics behind songs like “Shine Eye Gal” (as in, “…is a trouble to a man”) or “Leaving To Zion” (a fantasy about leaving Babylon for either Africa or heaven or both). Still, I know by heart and love deeply the lyrics to all of this music. For me, these records are perfect examples of the maxim that argues one doesn’t have to agree with a position to be inspired by it. When I listen to Rose singing about “coming in from the woods” or “leaving to Zion,” I hear a proud human being proclaiming his right to be who he is and how he is and all on his own terms. When I listen to “Shine Eye Gal,” I can hear what Rose really wants: a relationship based on authentic feelings rather than superficialities. I may not agree personally with the decision to live one’s life in a near-permanent state of marijuana intoxication, but the spiritual positivity of the average Rasta is undeniable. I listen to them sing about going to a better place and think to myself that maybe there’s a better place somewhere out there for me too. Maybe even right here and right now.
Thanks for the memories Mtume, I really like it when you research the bands and summarize their careers. It’s not easy to write a musical summary that is both good and accurate as well as short and sweet. I have my own memories of Black Uhuru, some of which I mentioned the last time we wrote about one of their songs. At some point it might be interesting to look at how reggae went from roots to slackness, and compare and contrast that devolvement (devolve = evolve backwards, to get progressively worse) with a similar motion in hip hop from consciousness to gangsta. Could there be a connection or at least a similar syndrome at work? —Kalamu ya Salaam
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2 Responses to “BLACK UHURU / “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner””
September 9th, 2007 at 5:29 pm
Thanks for featuring this album. My brother recently passed and I’m missing him so much!! He bought this album for my birthday one year along with some other reggae ones. This album started my love for roots and rock steady reggae music. Thanks again!
June 3rd, 2010 at 8:09 am
i just love the vibes as produced by the black uhuru .as one addicted to roots reggae for 3-4 decades ,i enjoy the bass and drums with pumas background groans and mourns…….
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