Wire - "Outdoor Miner". (1978-LP Version). This track is an absolute gem of quirky pop and angular post-punk. Driven by a haunting bassline and a minimalist structure that's textbook early New Wave, the single was a total sleeper hit in the UK charts, cracking the Top 50.

Firstly, British people make Godawful neighbours in developments like this. Secondly, sharing a wall or ceiling with someone who doesn't have to get up for work each morning is a living nightmare, and half of British residents are on welfare. No thanks.

What’s the actual Worst Song Ever? Like if you died and went to hell, what song would be playing on a loop?

Northern English cities (e.g. Newcastle) look so intriguing, except for the Blair-era "Cool Britannia" slop they built in the 1990s, which has aged like milk

CARRICK OUT NOW!

The plan was simple: a gang of record-obsessed nerds abduct the sounds of The Chemical Brothers, Massive Attack, Nile Rodgers, Bambaataa, Baker, The Bomb Squad and Burroughs, hold them hostage in a deserted warehouse, and don’t let them out until they’ve emerged with one of the most original albums of the 90s. How to Operate with a Blown Mind takes historic hip-hop, noir disco, murky funk, European electronica, lo-fi trip-hop and British rave culture and welds it together with startling boldness, all held together with hardcore punk paste. It’s dense, dark, cinematic and frequently oppressive, but there’s something exhilarating about the sheer amount of music they’ve managed to cram into it. Big beat, electro, disco, rave, hip-hop, trip-hop, funk and punk aren’t simply thrown into the same pot; they’re smashed together with the titanic explosion of colliding trains. And speaking of which… Presiding over this glorious racket is a frontman going by the moniker The Wrekked Train, who spews his madness over the whole thing, makes one record and then simply disappears into the ether. Back out on the street, where it goes down, not indoors, in the record stores. He’s less Johnny Rotten than Johnny from Mike Leigh’s Naked after a vision incision: a paranoid, surrealist street philosopher who’s been let loose inside the sound, delivering deranged monologues as the music mutates through his mind, more potent element within the collage than frontman, as strange and sinister as the samples, scratches and monstrous beats surrounding him. The result is one of those great melting-pot albums, the ones that make you think the fuckers have got in your head, pulled together so much you’re into and threaded it into something that exciting you wonder how you ever got by without it. Twenty-eight years later, like the zombies in the movie, it remains a relentless experience. How to Operate with a Blown Mind? You need to after this.