Traffic sucks, so why not start your morning off with some music? You provide the toast and we'll provide the jams.

I've spent the last week blasting rap out of a couple Porsches in the Berlin, so now that I'm back in the Land of the Free and the home of the TSA stripsearch, I felt like it'd be a good time for some late '70s punkwhatever you call this.

It's from the UK in 1978 and it rocks.