Minor Threat is ferocious. When I’d first put this record on, sitting on my bed in my room, the fastest thing I’d heard to date was Wart Hog by The Ramones. At that point, nothing in the world could have prepared me for Minor Threat’s startling speed: side A’s eight tracks clock in at under ten minutes, its thumping pace exhilarating and fresh – vocalist Ian Mackaye’s focused, sober adrenaline in every track so intense you can taste it. I raise my glass to them – cheers boys.

While listening to tracks like Seeing Red, Out Of Step (With The World) and Minor Threat, you can almost see dusty make-shift practice rooms under huge American blue skies. Minor Threat’s sunny riffs and pumping speed exudes such contagious energy it’s impossible to keep still, their youthful vigour pure and gripping.

Straight Edge rips for 44 seconds straight. Words fail it; it’s a staple every punk needs to hear.

One of the most admirable things about Minor Threat is their pedigree punkness. Their Ramones-esque self-named tracks emit such unadulterated anger in a way that’s so fundamentally punk; I Don’t Wanna Hear It and Screaming At A Wall channelling a kid in their room who’s pissed off with the world, a feeling that ignited punk and a feeling immortalised forever in their music.

Side B introduces a broader, more hardcore sound. Their tracks like In My Eyes and Steppin’ Stone feel more journeyed and full without leaving behind their blistering pace, casting the perfect balance between melody and ferocity. Even if you’re sceptical of American hardcore punk, Minor Threat will not disappoint you.

Critics may comment on the fact that… well. It might be tricky sometimes to tell where one song ends and the other starts. But the truth is that one minute per track (give or take) leaves you craving more – their colourful aggression is addictive. Even if you say that Side A is a nine and a half minute Minor Threat song, I see no problem here.