If you organised the punk bands who emerged in the Class of ’77 into a football league, The Lurkers would be in the second or third division. But like one of those teams enjoying a giant-killing cup run, they still had their glory moments.

Coming from Uxbridge in West London, on a good day they were Queens Park Rangers, but usually they were Brentford… decades before their roles were reversed.

But the no-frills pub rockers who looked like Dr Feelgood and sounded like The Ramones earned their footnote in punk history when they released the first single on Beggars Banquet Records in July 1977.

Like most of the ones that followed, Shadow is a shout-along Ramones knock-off powered by Pete Stride’s crunchy guitars and a drumkit punished to near-oblivion by a fellow nicknamed Manic Esso.

With Howard Wall’s preference for shouting over singing, they were never destined for mass appeal – though that never did Sham 69 any harm.

I saw them several times, most notably at The Rochester Castle which, 45 years later, remains a very short walk from my home in Stokey and retains iconic status as the oldest Wetherspoons still standing.

What it sadly doesn’t retain is the glass-domed back room where we once watched the likes of The Lurkers and XTC and Ian Dury.

Meanwhile, The Lurkers have ploughed on ever since 1977, most recently in two rival configurations led by different founder members.

And as well as this song, they had several more great singles including Ain’t Got A Clue and this one, which articulates teenage angst as well as anything: