   Pop Live: Luciano Malcolm X Centre, Bristol  The reggae
package-tour may well be the last refuge of old-time music-hall.
There were a lots of acts - including the odd local turn -
spread over five hours or so, and a cheekie-chappie MC with a
nice line in bathos to link them together. "Let's hear it for
the next act!" he said. "He's quite good."  By the time Luciano
appeared it was past 2am, and the punters were still arriving.
Resplendent in coolie hat, dashiki top and the baggiest of
trousers, and bearing a leather-bound copy of the bible in his
hand, the new star of Jamaican reggae immediately knelt down at
the front of the stage and proceeded to read from Ephesians 3,
as you do. The lesson over, Luciano discarded the hat to reveal
his rasta locks - cue enormous cheers from the audience - and,
as the band struck up the rhythm of "Messenger", the title-track
of his new Island Jamaica album, inaugurated a furious bout of
kung-fu high-kicking. Cue general mayhem.  As an opening gambit,
this was a killer: wi