To be a self-contrarian, I tell myself The Briefs really can’t be this good. I’ll even convince myself of that time to time, until I pop one of their records on the turntable. Fuck it. They’re great. They continue to rule. This single rips the Buzzcocks a new asshole and feeds it back to Pete Shelley, buffet-style, in penance for the last three albums the ‘Cocks put out. The Briefs continue their legacy of fun, poppin’, wavey punk that isn’t afraid to glorify the best of the late ’70s/ early ’80s and make it better than a lot of the originals. Great stuff.