'Why don't you come on over to my house for tea?'
Looking back you can detect a subtext in records you never noticed at the time. I've always felt the Eighties were not read accurately. Att the time and since. It was a grim decade in Britain in many respects. A class struggle. A case of choosing sides. Because toy were obluged to..
Listen to this record. It tells it how it was in black and white, Jerry Dammers was never one to shy away from grim triths..Many of the Specials had jumped ship but he could still put out a crack squad. In black and white. Shades. Classy shoes.Horns.
The whole thing reeks of crime. It's very kirchen sink. Domestic crime. Inner city crime. Moral crime, Sexual crime. Racial crime, The handiffs are on. Come quietly sir.
The reality that existed beneath the facade. But this has comedy and irony, defiance. alongside conflict and stark brutality. Period detail. 'Why don't you come on over to my house for tea?' It sounds like nothing so mych as Ska meets Brecht & Weil. Directed by Joseph Losey
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