Kris Needs

First impression on hearing this much remastered Blondie is how perfectly Harry unleashed beautifully nuanced sexualised dynamite over the band’s tightly crafted power-pop bombs and genre diversions on what remains one of the last century’s finest bodies of work.

This towering set was recorded after 1995's Dujang Prang, Vega on raging form against its dense, brutal maelstroms of circuit carnage, streets sounds, mangled hip-hop beats and contrasting celestial starbusts ... Still timelessly relevant and utterly magnificent.

Ghosteen is an album which raises the bar in terms of lyrical expression, sonic exploration, and even how an album can be released in modern times. Experiencing Ghosteen involves entering another man's world. It’s a world that is both painfully intimate and startlingly alien.

Another dose of short blasts from the crazy zone, riffs dried out from the first Motörhead album and titles including Hippie Speedball, Earth Shaker (Which Doobie U Be), Alaskan Thunder Fuck and Fried Dyed And Layin’ To The Side.

Happily, age hasn’t dulled Chance. He still plays sax like he’s teetering over the abyss, yelping and screaming like enraged bees are gorging on the stash in his pants ... It’s good to have him back, still capable of scorching another era.

Nightclubbing still sounds like nothing else released during the 80s, though its colossal influence repeatedly reveals itself.