Oh, Eddy Grant, the first time I ever heard this song was on one of my CD compilations, I think it was “Totally ’80s” or something like that. I think I mentioned that, while I was in college, one of my pastimes was getting really drunk and then ordering CD compilations off the TV, which is how I ended up with such discs as “Living In The ’90s” and “Monster Ballads”. In all likelihood, I’m probably still paying credit card interest from those CDs. It’s just a good thing that the internet was still fairly new when I was in college. If Amazon had been a thing, to quote you, Eddy Grant, good god.
But I don’t regret those purchases, Eddy Grant. Many other purchases, yes, but not my compilation CDs. Because since I’d stopped recording off the radio, now that I think about it, buying those compilations was my way of compensating for all the songs I’d failed to record because I was too busy drinking when I should have been studying and making more radio tapes. And because they introduced me to awesome songs like this one that had flown under my radar. And now I also get to learn a little about the Brixton riots as a result of listening to this song again. Not that I necessarily want to learn any more than I already know about how messed up the world is, but that’s the thing, Eddy Grant, if all that mayhem produces this kind of music, it’s really not a good incentive to stop that mayhem. Don’t get me wrong, Eddy Grant, I’d rather you be inspired by something more uplifting, but you definitely know how to make racial turmoil rock out.