16. Wire: Ex-Lion Tamer

Not just somewhat arty punk.

Lots going on here. Uhs. Melodies. Lots of background vocals. Hatred of Television. And a proper punk song finally, at 139 seconds.

I can't figure out how I feel about the punk staple of the louder than it should be background vocal at the start with the guy that sounds like someones pubescent brother singing standing 2 feet from the microphone (his first verse: "danger ... bullets").

Rating: 78

OK with it: Y



[we're still in the 1977-1979 section of the book, and it is unofficially grouped by genre; we are entering the disco section, so this entire experiment could come crashing to a halt]