From "Disneyworld Company", published on March 4, 1996 in the Parisian newspaper, Liberation.
The Spasm Band played another sweaty late Febuary gig in Hoxton at Kungadreads Rooted Music night. Always hard to photograph. Never knew that at this stage of the game we'd still be rocking, and so hard. Yet, as Antoine says, you need a certain maturity to bring this music, this spiritual ja\zz with the drum, with the drum humming in the earth and the bass rattling through the trees, and the solar plexus chanting, the sax scorched and wailing bring people to the edge of danger - one day, somebody go shake up and tumble down to the Spasm sound and then they will ban this music for sureity, like they would in Trinidad, baptist people would gather round and chant this down, but I was born into this, was raised on a steady diet of bells and incense and wooden churches hid in ancient cocoa bush that shook with each spiritual mother testifying on a sunday, when the cattle begin to pull for home from the canefields and the cool breeze would roam round the center post where they drip oil and holy water from goblets of croton so each rhythm I churn though I know it be holy, I do so with fear and trembling but also with love and gratitudes, I know this intimitely and it knows me.
