Protest songs take many forms but the purest shape of musical anger at any injustice is best expressed at 170bpm or so, with guitars so sharp they could peel your face off, and with brutal lyrics that play with language in a way that both impress *and* impresses a message. This is one of those songs. The opening line should be enough to do the job all on its own: “I went to the racecourse and saw a fucking horse get KILLED.” A blister over two minutes later – two exhausting, tragic, heartbreaking minutes later – you should be set to set the nearest pokie on fire. If not, well hell… you’re just not paying enough attention.