This is, by some distance, the most honest and accurate song about the early seventies. Yes, it takes in the Chopper bikes and flares etc but it also moves through the IRA bombing of Birmingham, the bizarre one hit wonders, and the importance of reggae to large swathes of the population. In one verse alone you get Jeremy Thorpe, The Black Panthers and 1000 volts of Holt.
In the seventies I was just a kid, still knew what it was all about. I soaked it in and now it's all dripping out
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