The Exploited: I Still Believe In Anarchy

SOMETIMES I wish my mind and body were under the same management. Anyone with half an eye on the dictates of fashion and media double-think would realise that a band like the Exploited should be about as welcome as a Russian sub surfacing in your bubble-bath. But look at me sitting here like some McCulloughian external, grinning, tapping tootsies, and generally emitting body signals indicative of galloping enjoyment...oh the show-up. Am I ashamed? Am I arseholes.