Funny to think that in this day and age of insta-rebellion, just-add-water-and-medication tabloid mock rock that this band chose THIS name. Truth be told they were anything but. Formed at the tail end of 1978 around a nucleus of ex-journo/scenester, Chrissie Hynde and bassist ex-beau, Pete Farndon, this amalgamation of retro-rock and gritty post-punk observation was, by the time they released this, their second album, living on borrowed time. Within a year both Farndon and guitarist James Honeyman-Scott would be dead. Both of drug overdoses. But in the manner of all true stars, this lot did burn very brightly while it lasted.