Probably the most wildly overrated turn in rock history, nevertheless, 'Buzzcocks:Product' does contain a handful of great moments, unfortunately sandwiched between great slabs of mediocrity.
It was always gonna be difficult for Pete Shelley and co when 4-eyed genius Howard Devoto left, and so it proved. While Devoto went on to produce some of the most outstanding art of the late 20th Century, Shelley trapped himself in stifling power-pop, having neither the profundity or creative sense to escape it.
'Product' has some brilliant work: 'ESP;' 'Hollow Inside;' 'Sixteen Again;' 'Get On Our Own' and maybe 'Are Everything,' but these superb song's impact is tempered by some of the most annoyingly mono-directional and simplistic twaddle it's possible to hear on disc.
Co-writer/guitarist Steve Diggle's attempts carry the most guilt, particularly 'You Know You Can't Help It' which has the worst lyric to a song EVER (I won't even type an example, they're that bad), and 'Mad Mad Judy,' - a melody-less thrash which even a desperate punk turn such as The Dickies would've baulked at.
The glories of 'Product' are drowned out by the sheer weight of middling standards - most of which are passable but certainly won't blow your socks off - and the handful of shockers (all of Diggle's efforts are here) undeserving of the energy wasted to 'produce' them.
I suppose, for the propitiatory of your good self, blessed reader: the 7 or 8 live tracks are as abominable as you'd expect.
A sad case of what might have been ('ESP,' for example, is an astonishingly good song), but such is the nature of rock. An idiot could work out that greedy old Devoto obviously took all the kinetic genius away with him.