The Dread Eye fan club (my term) was one of the couples sitting around us at Wai Plage that kept encouraging people to listen to Dread Eye, who was wondering the beach selling his reggae CDs. Whenever someone declined and he was about to leave them alone, one of them would yell, "Oh come on! His music is great!" which would encourage him to keep pestering everyone. I remember him from my first time at Orient several years ago.