Stiff Little Fingers – Suspect Device 7″

Possibly one of the best punk 7inches ever made(again?). The reason for posting it is cause this is the first press of 500 that Stiff themselves released before coupling with Rough Trade and a stream of re-issues flooded the market. The version on Inflammable Material is even better, faster and rawer. Wasted Life is good, a bit too long yes.

Inflammable material is planted in my head
It’s a suspect device that’s left 2000 dead
Their solutions are our problems
They put up the wall
On each side time and prime us
And make sure we get fuck all
They play their games of power
They mark and cut the pack
They deal us to the bottom
But what do they put back?

Don’t believe them
Don’t believe them
Don’t be bitten twice
You gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out
Suss suspect device

They take away our freedom
In the name of liberty
Why don’t they all just clear off
Why won’t they let us be
They make us feel indebted
For saving us from hell
And then they put us through it
It’s time the bastards fell


Don’t believe them
Don’t believe them
Question everything you’re told
Just take a look around you
At the bitterness and spite
Why can’t we take over and try to put it right


We’re a suspect device if we do what we’re told
But a suspect device can score an own goal
I’m a suspect device the Army can’t defuse
You’re a suspect device they know they can’t refuse
We’re gonna blow up in their face

Country: Ireland
Year: 1978
Label: Rigid Digit
Format: 7″
Suspect Device.mp3
Wasted Life.mp3

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16 Responses to Stiff Little Fingers – Suspect Device 7″

  1. Martin says:

    YES!!!!!!!!!! Between this and Alternative Ulster it’s almost impossible to pick a winner. One of the best ones ever for sure.

  2. Johnnie K says:

    This is one of the greatest 7″ of all time. I have it on 7″. They were great live. I saw them many times around this time. They should have been huge. The first album was great. I saw them recently in Auckland New Zealand. Very good. Very professional. I got to shake hands. Lovely people. Thank you very much for putting it up for others to hear how good this single really. Johnnie K from Auckland New Zealand

  3. Martin says:

    By the way, I’m fairly sure these lads where from Northern Ireland, and therefore from the UK, not Ireland…;)

  4. Nathan.G says:

    Thanks for unleashing this on an undeserving world. I originally heard it on the now defunct Always Searching For Music blog. That nice fellow didn’t even realise that there were two versions of this – and his indie Rigid Digits copy was the first one!

    • The Flakes // Drummer says:

      Thanks Nathan! If we shall be anal about it there’s 6 versions of it.

      • Dewey Decimal says:

        of course we’re anal! and I’m surprised you prefer the LP version to the 7 inch Peter–I’ve always thought it was the reverse–the 7 inch version is more rough and raw–proving once again that there is no accounting for taste!

  5. Jaymuss says:

    …Stiff Little Fingers STILL have an IMMORTAL SHELF-LIFE.

    …i agree…the LP versions are more FULLY fleshed out….i especially appreciate the Motorhead-inspired DRIVE of “inflammable material”…+ the TOUGH production by Mayo Thompson (of RED CRAYOLA fame)…holds a nice BITE they never QUITE captured again.

    …a BONIFIED perfect album!

    …Gordon Ogilvie, Where are YOU ???

  6. Waldo says:

    Great band! I always liked this movie scene:

    UK? Kiss my alabaster ass!

  7. smenger says:

    belfast punk. northern ireland (ulster). not ireland. one of their songs ‘alternative ulster’ is a kinda give away.

  8. Charva says:

    Um, I certainly can’t speak for the band.
    But I do think that they support a united Ireland.
    I think these lyrics might suffice:

    Rastus is a nigger. Thug mugger junkie.
    Black golly gob. Big horny monkey.
    Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies.
    Send him home soon. Back to the trees.

    Black wogs. Black wogs. Your face don’t fit.
    Black wogs. Black wogs. You ain’t no Brits.

    Ahmed is a Paki. Curry coffee queer.
    Ten to a bed. Flocking over here.
    Tax-sponging canker. Smelly thieving kids.
    Ponce greasy wanker. Worse than the yids.

    Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Your face don’t fit.
    Brown wogs. Brown wogs. You ain’t no Brits.

    Stick together we’ll all be white me and you
    The only colours we need are red, right and blue.

    Paddy is a moron. Spud thick Mick.
    Breeds like a rabbit. Thinks with his prick.
    Anything floors him if he can’ fight or drink it.
    Round them up in Ulster. Tow it out and sink it.

    Green wogs. Green wogs. Our face don’t fit.
    Green wogs. Green wogs. We ain’t no Brits.

    If the victim ain’t a soldier why should we care?
    Irish bodies don’t count. Life’s cheaper over there.

    Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don’t fit.
    Green wogs. Green wogs. We ain’t no Brits!
    Green wogs. Green wogs. Grab ’em boys.
    Green wogs. Green wogs. Turn up the white noise.
    Turn up the white noise! Turn up the white noise!

  9. smenger says:

    yes. you certainly dont speak for the band.

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