More than Queen, more than Maiden, more than B**** A**** even, this hit stank of the past, all the more strongly because so many people around me seemed to think it wasn’t the past. And so I find it very hard to listen to now – my dislike of it is still located in the vicious roil of being 17, semi-detached from the repetitive ramalama knock-off I hear when I put it on.
I suspect this is an unconvincing Popular entry, but it wasn’t really meant to convince. It’s about being 17, going to boarding school, and The Clash. It’s kind of a tangential intro to the One Week One Band entries I’ll be doing next week too, though I’m not saying who they’re about yet.

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