Over at Tales from Bradistan, the mighty Rootsman starts to waft away the mists of time (and for some the fug of smoke) that engulf the development of UK DUB as it is now known.
More please, but less when I am genuinely upset I haven't been able to make a dance. The last time I saw Russ D play Leeds lingers long in the memory.
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