If ever a band was the sound of fruity alcopops, Ash might well have been it on 1977.
There are albums that define generations, and there are those that will forever soundtrack a flash rather than a lingering resonance heard across the years. Ash’s debut LP, named in honour of the year Star Wars hit cinema screens and ‘opened’ (unless you had a CD copy with two hidden tracks at the beginning – this writer did) by the scream of a TIE Fighter, falls face-first into the latter category, sauce from last night’s takeaway still sticky on its chin and with a less-than-faint whiff of booze about it.