Album: We Love The City, 2000
Justification: If you’ve read this site for more than a couple of minuntes, you know what my politics. I’m a big ol’ lefty, and I will happily go on record as saying that Margaret Thatcher destroyed Conservative politics. There was a strain of small-c conservatism that was all about being economically cautious and socially responsible, but the Reagan/Thatcher double-hit killed that notion stone dead, leading to the adherence to free market dogma, economics-as-religion, the abdication of community responsibility in favour of some nebulous idea of the individual being entirely responsible for their lot in life, and so on. It’s evil, it’s venal, and it’s demonstrably dangerous. And the world is the better for her absence.
There’s a myth that the Thatcher years inspired great music, mainly by people that don’t realise that the punk explosion of 1976-79 occured during the ineffectual Labour government of James Callaghan. And sure, there were some great tunes, but frankly this is the best one: the closing track of We Love The City is a brass-driven stomper, a celebration of mean-spirited hatred ending with a children’s choir singing ”ding dong, the witch is dead”. And if there’s a better mixing the political and the personal than “she wrapped an ankle chain ’round my left-wing heart”, I can’t think of it at the moment.
SONG YOU SHOULD HAVE REDISCOVERED THIS TIME IN 2010: Flowers – or Icehouse – were being awesome with ‘We Can Get Together’.
AND HERE’S THE LAST FIVE…