If you’re of a certain age, like your three esteemed hosts, there’s a fair chance you’ve heard the name The Eighties Matchbox B-Live Disaster. The smashed their way into the music press with this, their debut album, and a reputation for chaotic, enthralling on stage antics that captured the attention of music lovers and press alike.

They also happened to pop onto the scene at the same time as a bunch of scuzzy garage rock bands, of which they sound absolutely nothing like. They arrived with the plaudits and credibility that some of those bands, like The Datsuns or The D4, hadn’t really shown.

What’s more, their sound was just weird compared to what was going on at the time. They turned up, kicked the shit out of everyone, and stuck around to watch the scene pick up the pieces and vanish into the distance.

And their reputation ...