
In all the years that production guru Lee Perry spent behind the decks conducting, twiddling knobs and coaxing some of the best performances out of legendary artists like Bob Marley and Peter Tosh, he had never taken the microphone for a lyrical album of his own; this is, until the arrival of this novel LP from ’76. Over the years since this release, Perry has perhaps become as well known for his mental instability and odd superstitions (famously burning down his own music studio in the early ‘80s, on purpose, and not for insurance purposes) as for his lengthy discography, but this finds him at the peak of his creative prowess. The name of this album is pleasing to the palette, conjuring an image of what my own “last supper” might resemble: some seafood, some southern cookin’, and a big-ass spliff of the sticky-icky-icky.