Let’s play a game of word association. I’ll start: ‘skinhead’. Hmm. I think I can guess which words instantly occurred to you: ‘thug’ perhaps, ‘hooligan’ probably and possibly even ‘racist’? Yet for anyone who remembers the original incarnation of skinheads, another word will always spring to mind: ‘reggae’.
If you believe that Britain’s love affair with reggae began in the late 1970s with Bob Marley, I’m afraid you’re out by several years and several million record sales. It began in the late 1960s with a happy confluence of Caribbean immigrants, Trojan Records and skinheads. Many West Indian migrants lived on London council estates alongside white, working-class teenagers who’d become disaffected with how far out and flowery the music scene had become.
Reggae quickly became the music of the youth club, fairground and football ground. And football was where the trouble started
The Beatles had gone from I Want to Hold Your Hand to I Want to Take Some Drugs. And

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