Surprisingly listenable ditty from the band with supposedly 'no artistic merit - official'. Slade actually sings for once on this angry tale of the state of the nation with a decent enough backdrop of arse kicking drums, Burnel-esque bass and singalong chorus. The overall effect is akin to Tom Robinson singing Killing Joke. Much more of this, and it'll be tea on the White House lawn. Not bad at all! (
Andy Strickland, Record Mirror, December 14, 1985)
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