The portrayal of the seventies as a parade of Chopper bikes, space hoppers, cheerfully racist sitcoms, long hair, platform boots and lunatic flared fashion set in a mindless boogie wonderland of ‘Dancing Queen’ and ‘Stayin’ Alive’ has been relentless. Misrepresentation has been allowed to become undeniable fact. But that wasn’t Chris Green’s seventies. His seventies was about trying to survive in a new grammar school, church hall discos, power cuts, pubs with names like The Wheel of Fortune and The Peacock, Colt 45, Paddington and Waterloo, The Roxy and The Vortex, Yamaha FS1E’s and Vauxhall Viva’s, signing on, wanton racism, sexism and homophobia, the permanent threat of violence, bedsitland and wasteland waiting to be car parks. But more than anything it was about the songs of T. Rex, The Rolling Stones, David Bowie, Roxy Music, Sly Stone, The O’Jays, The Wailers, Cockney Rebel, The Ramones, Sex Pistols, The Clash, Kraftwerk, Iggy Pop, Wire, Public Image Ltd, The Slits and countless others as the mixtape playing in his head. Soundtrack for the Seventies is that tape!