The closest you can get is maybe The Contortions, though the white funk and free jazz here are just ten degrees more bananas. Mark Stewart is being blunt where his peers, aside from Crass, were being a bit more poetic. “Rob A Bank” and “Feed The Hungry” were dead serious directives. The mood is here pure riot, as uncontrolled as this era of music got. It still sounds like someone, maybe you, is going to be arrested during the course of this album.