This is a great reworking of a classic.
Note the bass player from The Blockheads. That was from an album celebrating his survival from cancer – pancreatic I think?
Tensions that had always been present between Johnson and his hard-drinking bandmates began to stretch towards breaking point. The others were content to let the guitarist handle all the songwriting, and the relentless touring schedule denied the perfectionist Johnson the time he needed to come up with new material.
Socially, too, they were drifting apart, with the then-teetotal Johnson keeping to his room with a selection of non-alcoholic stimulants rather than joining his colleagues in the bar. He became withdrawn and touchy, a recipe for disaster in a band where the gags and jibes flowed even faster than the booze.
Guess which of the four was on amphetamines, which on booze?
I’ve always had a very soft spot for this track:
One of the first albums I ever bought that.
And, of course: