Faux-rural arrant nonsense for a self-invented plastic peasantry.

None the less, totally harmless fun in the right (and some of the wrong) hands. In fact, you could see it as part of the great, now sadly dying, tradition of tribalism in musical dresscodes. The folk equivalent of bondage trousers or the duck's arse haircut.

Anyone who says it's not a signifier of tribal belonging - frankly, I don't believe them.

Does ownership of a rather fetching repro Toby Jug win me any bonus points?