So Malcolm McLaren might have invented the term, but this album, which appeared before the Sex Pistols hit the scene, tuned straight into a young, music-loving public who were fed up with the self-obsessed and pretentious rock sound of the mid seventies. I was a Feelgood fan, but then I heard this album: how could the beat be so fast, the lyrics so anarchic? The title track says 'I'm spending all my money and its going up my nose' in an unashamed reference to the glue-sniffing that was epidemic at the time 'My probation man says 'you know you oughta quit', I say don't you hang me up now with none of that sh**t!'. Its commonplace now, I know, but at the time it was mind-blowing. I bought this album on vinyl and played it until it was too scratched to play, even with all those old pennies on the record arm. The energy of the playing wasn't bettered through the whole of the punk revolution and I always thought of the Sex Pistols as just jumping on the already-rolling bandwagon. When I taped my copy, I added the tracks from the 'Live at the marquee' E.P., which made the perfect addition to an album which could only be faulted in being too short!