I saw Gang of Four play three times in 24 hours in the Netherlands, back in the day. It was impressive. Later, I followed them for five days, attending gigs from the south to the north of the UK, to write a feature for Vinyl magazine. I loved—and still love—their disruptive, funky, danceable guitars. Punk-funk the way I like it, from the same Leeds art school scene that the Mekons came from.