If rock n’ roll is going to carry on and retain it’s meaning in the 21st century, it needs to cheerlead for the art of degeneracy. Fat White Family’s collective drug and alcohol intake shouldn’t necessarily be a badge of honour and by the band’s own admission isn’t big or clever, but then again as the late Bill Hicks pointed out, the Beatles were so high they even let Ringo sing a couple of tunes.
Touch The Leather is a nasty, sleaze invested little track which comes across somewhere between The Fall at an all tranquiliser disco covering The Cramps. It will not run a 5k for charity, or help you through a nasty break up. Music like this is meant to be a blank canvas; spray it with whatever you want. Just don’t forget to wipe it up later.