Listening to the early Jam albums you're transported back to a vanished world of almost half a century ago when the coppers in your pockets had some valu, you could smoke upstairs on the bus and you dreamed of going out with that girl you saw walking down the road to college in a cool coat with long flowing hair and checking out what was happening in this week's hit parade.
You can almost spell the chip fat at your local greasy spoon. Taste the salt in the breeze on your tongue from the gale sweeping in from the coast.. These songs still sound lean and magnificent. I always think Bildungsroman when I hear early Paul Weller songs. Class conflicts. Small explosions and I'm not just talking about acne and heartbreak. Dreaming and detonations.
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