Burning Spear’s presence in Vanity Fair two years ago may have taken many of its readers by surprise, but not those who’ve followed his four-decade career. Winston Rodney, as Bob Marley knew him, has devoted his oeuvre to Rastafarianism, the fervent nature of his songs denying him mass appeal. A shame, because his beatific timbre and leisurely roots rhythms could incite a heathen to invoke the name of Jah. “Door Peeper”, especially, wouldn’t sound out of place on his zenith, Marcus Garvey. Praise indeed.