This album has lost none of its charm, impact or class in the last 25 odd years. It is still morbid, sleazy, rocky, weird bad-dancing music of the highest order, and people my age (i.e., they're more comfortable in pubs than clubs, and own yellow M&S jumpers rather than red S&M bodysuits) should listen to this again and remember when they were alive, and "Do the Strand" might persuade them that they're not dead yet. Quite.
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