East confronts West. Idle talk of a new Cold War is in the air. For some, including me, the nostalgic pull has proven too difficult to resist - musically speaking. Thankfully, German skies in the 1980s weren't lit up by shell fire and the exhaust trails of tactical nukes. Instead, galloping basslines, hairspray and concrete-hard shoulder pads cavorted under the shadow of the bomb. To recall that apposite time, for your aural delectation here is a battle hymn from the front.