“Yes that’s right, punk is dead/It’s just another cheap product for the consumer’s head.” Thus spake Crass at the zenith of their anarcho-contrarian fury. And they were partly right. The scene that they were pouring their vitriol onto had given us Sid Vicious, Plastic Bertrand and their cartoonish ilk, and was well on the way towards making the iconography of the scene into High Street retail fashion statements. While you can debate endlessly – and we do, don’t we? – about what ‘punk’ was and if it ever truly existed, the ideals and energy that fuelled that massive nuclear fusion burst of creativity were already dissipating by the time The Ruts, Stiff Little Fingers and Spear of Destiny were firmly in the public eye. And yet Crass...