A reworking of Thee Headcoats’ – ahem – classic punk (school of ’77) stomp-a-long that feeds the sacred cultural cow of Brit Art joyously into the mincer. It’s unlikely that you’ll hear this brutally amateurish gem on the radio, but any single that contains the couplet “Tracey Emin’s a media whore/So what the hell’s she crying for?” surely has reason on its side at the very least. The punk Peter Cook marches on slowly, and in a different direction to everyone else. Hear! hear!