Hard to believe that this track is twenty years old. I remember hearing it on Peel at the time, and a couple of years later picking up a second hand copy at a record fair in Manchester. It was released in 1987 on the Harvey label with a track called “Hubby’s Hobby” on the flip. It’s one of those songs that just sticks with you. It has a great chiming guitar riff, and a lyric about some dismal weekend spent out in the middle of nowhere. The best lines, and the ones that everyone who knows the song remembers, are “One fag left / last match dead / six miles to the Post Office” followed by the gloomy realisation that “It’s a Sunday”. Never has something so trivial sounded so heartbreaking. Copies of the single change hands for twenty quid or more. It’s never been issued on CD. There are a lot of great songs from that era that are languishing in obscurity – some enterprising soul ought to gather some of them together on a compilation some time. It would be great to hear bands like the Train Set, the Charlottes, Metro Trinity and the Blind Mice again – most of whom had one great song and promptly disappeared into oblivion, rather like the classic garage bands of the sixties. But these acts haven’t been anthologised (is this a verb?) to death. I’ve no idea what became of the Last Party. I believe that they made a couple of LPs, but I never heard anything else by them. If you ever see a copy of “Mr Hurst” snap it up. It’s very much of its time, but a great song nevertheless.