In weird flash back circumstances, I’m currently enjoying an album that I first listened to in 1988 and which became an absolute staple of my life back then. Listening to it again, I still like it, and I don’t care what anyone says – I think it’s a fucking good album. I present for your delectation: Bangles: Everything. I’m particularly obsessed by two songs at the moment – the sublime Glitter Years and the transformatively self-destructive Crash and Burn. Sing along with me kids: “Going nowhere, And I don’t care, Can’t wait til I get there, Sometimes I wish I could crash and burn. Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, Gotta be a place where they can’t find me, Watching all those bridges burn behind me. On my Philco, I hear an echo, there was a wrecko, yesterday. And by tomorrow, they’ll clean the char-o, and wash the tar and the trouble away.” You only have to listen to the latest Hole album to see the influence they had on chick-based guitar bands.