This is an album of prophetic genius. "Chickentown", with its barely concealed undercurrent of restive urban violence, sits up there with some of the "Jam's" early vitriol. "Conditional discharge", with its seemingly humourous lyrics, is a poignant preamble to the AIDS epidemic. JCC's picture of sheer hopelessness and despair in the gritty, no holds barred "Beasley Street" underlines the the caustic spite about to be poured on ordinary, working class people in the rampant, right-wing eighties of Thatcherism. JCC had 'em all sussed!