I wanna be anarchy.
I wanna be anarchy.
London’s burning (with boredom now).
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’, and we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go – they’re ready to go now.
And don’t you know it’s a beautiful new day?
A bottle of red, a bottle of white, it all depends upon your appetite.
I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride.
No crime if there ain’t no law, no cops left to mess you around, no more dreams of mystery chords, no more sight to bring you down.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
It opens the floodgate of memories from my Star Wars-obsessed childhood, and that’s just for starters.
Wildly inventive and intriguing punk rock from the UK circa 1977.
Legit punk rock circa 1977 from Down Under.
Post-punk, new wave, intellectual guitar rock? Any which way, it’s all good.
Conjures the feeling of being inside a gritty, indie British gangster flick and/or hanging out in a pub on a dreary English afternoon.