I seem to be experiencing a refound love affair with punk. Shame are a snotty British punk band who write lyrics like “I ain’t much to look at, I ain’t much to hear, but if you think I love you, you’ve got the wrong idea…” And then there are the completely silly songs like The Lick: A man singing about going to the gynocologist (“he was surprised to see me standing there”), in a weird, spoken-work, punk psychedelia track that for so many reasons just shouldn’t work. And yet, it does.

There is absolutely no reason why I should like this album. And yet, I do. No, I don’t. I fucking love it.

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