Caribbean Rhythm Episode 5: Toasters Dancehall. Isaiah’s Place was a NYC club I frequented way back. Metal detector and pat downs at the door, the security was ‘Rambo Style.’ A four-person elevator took you up and tipped you out and onto the dance floor, not a pallid face to be seen–magic. The sound was drum and bass with ‘toasters’ extemporizing lyrics. Toasting medleys would soon be co-opted by the boys from the Bronx and turned into rap, but back then it was strictly Jamaican dancehall for homesick Islanders and ex-pats. That slow perpetual riddim put the hook in you...hooked until you stumbled out at dawn. Want to know what that sounds like? Click away and cool runnings….
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