Bushman has been making reggae for long enough that you can hear the miles in his voice, and on “Reggae In Nashville” that weathered quality is exactly what carries the track. I came to it expecting a novelty, some half serious nod to country music, and instead got a record that takes its title at face value and just plants roots reggae somewhere it usually does not get to grow.

Bushman lets the groove sit, lets the Grassroots Band breathe underneath him, and trusts the listener to lean in rather than chasing them with hooks. The harmonies from Latoya Morgan and Sherida Sharpe wrap around the lead vocal in a way that reminded me of old foundation records, the kind your parents played without explaining why they mattered.

Lyrically he stays in familiar territory for him, which is to say he writes about ordinary life, family, and holding a community together when everything pulls the other way. He has said he wants reggae that brings households together, and you believe him here because the song never preaches. It just sits with you. I played it twice in a row before I even realised I had, which is the truest compliment I can give a single.

It is not a reinvention, and Bushman clearly is not trying to reinvent anything. He is doing what he has always done, only the setting has shifted, and that small relocation gives the music a quiet curiosity it might not have had otherwise. If the UK shows this summer carry even half of this warmth, they will be worth the ticket.

You can listen here.