From the annals of Juiceboxer history: Southbound 95 was a parking lot the Sunday after Thanksgiving 2007, and so there were Matthew Yglesias and myself, bored, tired, frustrated and wired, just after crossing the bridge from New Jersey into Delaware. It was dark — prematurely dark, it seemed, even for November — and hours of driving still awaited. Luckily, the car I rented came equipped with satellite radio, and, miraculously, we stumbled upon Rancid Radio, hosted by Lars Frederiksen. These little rays of dyed, charged, bristled, studded hope shined in on us.

Well, the hour nearly passed and we were barely in Maryland. But Lars had been leading up the whole show to play this new Cocksparrer song that he produced, "Suicide Girls," and finally, for his farewell, we got our strength thru Oi. Lars called it the best Cocksparrer song in at least a decade, which sounded a lot like faint praise, but my God — now that’s an oi! song; more hooks than a tackle box; a celebration of gang life. Now, naturally, what this really sounded like was a bunch of old men reimagining their favorite spank material as a Chelsea-girl gang. And, you know, more power to them. The coda of the song showcases female gang vocals chanting All for one/one for all/we’re with the Suicide Girls. By that point we were pumping our fists, singing along and unconcerned with the fact that we were still barely moving. Cocksparrer: win. 

Then Lars began signing off. "Interesting fact about this track," he said, if you’ll forgive my reimagining of a quote, "the guys in the band got their daughters to sing the girl-vocal part…" I’ll not belabor the point. ‘Ere, luv, we got ‘is one about ‘ese birds on ‘is website, and we was ‘oping you might, like, sing on it…

Anyway, apparently someone didn’t get that apocryphal annotation about the maculate origins and disturbing subtext of "Suicide Girls" and so this fan-produced video, which Yglesias found today, merely pictures an England in decline.