Max Romeo

"I hear there's a storm on the horizon," says Max Romeo, his voice heavy with portent. "I hope you are spared." It takes a couple of seconds to realise that he means the gale-force winds preparing to batter Britain's southern coastline. Such is the 63-year-old's righteous gravity that he can make a weather wa

Like their counterparts from the golden age of sixties soul the conquering lions of Jamaican music have been shunted to the gigging sidelines and left to eke out a living in the less salubrious reaches of the touring itinerary.

He probably hopes everyone has forgotten 1969's mildly notorious Wet Dream but today's exceedingly Rastafarian Romeo looks as if he takes the long-distance spiritual view of success failure frivolity and everything in between.

Stockholm, Sweden

Copenhagen, Denmark