Dread Beat An' Blood

Dread Beat an' Blood is an album by Poet And The Roots released in 1978 on the Frontline label. It was produced by Vivian Weathers and Linton Kwesi Johnson. The Poet is dub poet Linton Kwesi Johnson and The Roots are Dennis Bovell, Jah Bunny, Desmond Craig, Winston Curniffe, Everald Forrest, Floyd Lawson, John Varnom, Lila Weathers and Vivian Weathers. Most of the tracks first appeared in Johnson's 1975 book of poetry Dread Beat an' Blood.

This album was the result of collaboration between Johnson, who had been active as a journalist and reggae critic as well as a poet, and Bovell a dub master and record producer. The combination of Bovell's heavy dub rhythms and Johnson's monotone intonation of his poetry created a whole new genre of reggae: dub poetry.

In subsequent re-releases of the album the artist is sometimes given as Linton Kwesi Johnson.

Johnson was the first person to accurately describe the situation of the black British youth in the inner cities in the late 1970s and early 1980s. This theme runs through most of the songs on this and his other albums but it particularly evident in the last vocal song on the album 'All Wi Doin' Is Defendin' which it is remarkably prescient as it foresees the Brixton riot (1981) in some detail and justifies it before it had even happened. All media commentators and politicians were shocked by this event. Not Linton Kwesi Johnson. Lyrics include "Send in the riot squad quick because we're running wild" "All we need are bottles and bricks and sticks" and these were indeed the principal weapons used by the 1981 rioters. "All Wi Doin' is Defendin' so get ready for war!" for Johnson was correct in seeing the forthcoming riot as an essentially defensive act by the black youth of Brixton after years of victimisation by the police.

The album was listed in the 1999 book The Rough Guide: Reggae: 100 Essential CDs.

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