The Jenkins back catalogue keeps bubbling back into our souls, and in our dissonantly disjointed world how welcome yet testing is that. It's hard to imagine Django Bates' take on Sgt. Pepper without him first having scuttled and sung through the Jenkinsian Universe, whether it's via the trance dance circus groove of ‘Cuttlefish’, or the string-driven dark of ‘Cooking Oil’. Even beneath the daftness of ‘Benidorm Motorway Service’, there's an arm-round-the-shoulder affection that takes the biscuit even as it takes the piss. Jenkins own guitar struts are teasingly minimal, (this recording is well before his orgiastic personal blues revival) – though he dive-bombs splendidly into the Duane Eddy meets Ravel delirium of ‘Barcelona’. Instead, Scratches highlights Jenkins as composer, arranger and master of ceremonies, giving multi-storey car park space aplenty for what now seem impossibly young tyros like Buckley, Ballamy and Slater to swing, sashay and saunter.