This feels like real prime-time BMW now. And yet it's still only 1977, as evidenced by Punky Reggae Party thrown in at the end. It seems so odd now to think of the Sex Pistols and the Wailers in the same context, but there's an energy there - a burning - that seems to connect the dots.

Jamming I suppose is still one of those songs that would come up as the comedy bit of a Newman and Baddiel sketch or whatever. I get it though, again there's a resonance there. Self-reflection - like the number of Richard Ashcroft songs that seem to start with the line "This is a song about..." a trait Liam has cottoned on to as well.

One Love is just a classic slice of summer though. And it's interesting tot think about seasons when it's cold and windy here, and reggae in general has such an association with sun and sand. I think the fire of Exodus is something good to listen to in the depths of winter, though. Keep the faith. Keep the flame alive. Keep the fire burnin'.