If anything, it was part of the primal, pre-Thatcherite, radical right; it wanted to kick over staid and desiccated institutions and replace them with something more dynamic.
It had no truck with trade unions, organised labour, co-operatives, peace and love; it was viciously individualistic. Ayn Rand would have loved punk rock. Look at the music writers who cut their teeth on punk — Julie Burchill, Tony Parsons, Garry Bushell. All well to the right of centre.
PLUS — Steve Sailer writes:
I assumed in 1983 that after Malcolm’s Buffalo Gals that the world would now get the joke: rap was descended from minstrel shows and the dorkiest of all white forms of music: square dance calling.
What more could shame black people, after four years of hip-hop, into going back to something they do very well, singing? Perhaps popular music would finally climb out of the rut of rap, the novelty music gimmick that had refused to die?
I was wrong.
