There’s an awful lot going on here: you can’t ignore Lydon’s cry for help - but even an instrumental version of this album would rate highly. Levene’s guitar is like a dental drill; Wobble’s bass sends you dizzy. Even the drums sound unlike what you would expect. There’s something of a rock god feel to them, but somehow they still slot into the jigsaw. It’s a fucked up picture, for sure. But that’s how I like my music.
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