IF I was to say to you Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, then you might think the cat sat on my keyboard.

But this was no feline intervention. It is, in fact, a clue that Yellowman is back in town. Revisiting The Cluny this Sunday, this coolest of reggae cats shook the very foundations of the Ouseburn when he played his most famous song last time round.

Rasping rapping over a relentless, infectious melody, here was a true reggae icon stalking a tiny Tyneside stage.

It was surreal. King Yellowman seemed far from his Jamaican throne, but he was high-kicking in Adidas in a sweaty club and evidently in his element.

Born a black albino in Kingston, he overcame the social challenges this brought to become one of the island’s leading dancehall stars.

A typical dee-jay, his early songs reeked of sexual boasts, a rather vulgar idiom that even got its own term – slackness – in Jamaican music.

But in so unusual an artist, gloating about how attractive he was suggested this music was Yellowman’s revenge against the world.

After a succession of hits and a brush with cancer, a more spiritual aspect emerged in his music.

The last time he played here, he called for an end to prejudice, an ethical coda to an exhilarating show full of fist-pumping and excitement.

He’s back on Sunday. You should go. Tickets are £14. For more information call 0191 230 4474.