Music on Monday: A Bit Special

I was only ten when I first heard this, so the layered critique of Thatcherite Britain passed me by a bit. All I knew was that it sounded slithery and sinister, and it wormed its way right inside my head. I still think it's one of the best singles ever, one of those three minute masterpieces like I Can't Explain or White Lines (Don't Do It.)

Anyway, I can listen to this again and again, and it still sounds like every fearful white-tiled windy underpass and pissed-up McDonalds-littered town centre in Britain today.