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Remember when punk rock was a threat? Back in 1982, the Circle Jerks’ “Letter Bomb” was one of the few punk songs I played that absolutely horrified my parents and made them consider whether I should be allowed to keep the record. My Dad, a conservative Catholic jailguard, overhead me spinning a copy of Wild in the Streets that I’d scored at a Maple Ridge Value Village. Morris’s vocal delivery is perfectly clear, so Dad could make out every word:

Tired of being bossed around

Getting the runaround

Sweep your floors, empty your trash

You're the one that makes the cash

Tired of being a pissant 9 to 5

Open my letter, you won't be alive

Here's a present just for you

When you op

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