Scabz’ ability to chuck a sharpened penny at over-inflated egos is hurled here at the police, in a bare minute-and-a-half of contempt and pity. Frenetic, acid-tongued, and furiously mad, you’ll show up for the trademark two-liners (“I get free punching bags / activists, black kids, and fags”), but it’s also well worth hanging around for the most demented sax solo to ever be committed to record.