Pitched somewhere in the accessible middle-ground between campfire singalong and Victoria Wood comic ditty, Grace Petrie’s jaunty performance masks a savagely satirical lyric. Backed up with album art deftly parodying a Guardian article, Petrie provides a millennial riposte to the journalistic trope that protest songs went out in the 1980s – a lazy assumption that ‘there’s no such thing as a protest singer’ to which this song itself gives the lie.