What you’re looking at are the dismembered liner notes from a Rancid album from the early ’90s: off-the-rack retread punk rock angst reanimated and set stalking for a new generation of disaffected youth.
McClelland was one of them and here we find some introspection as he wipes clean the slate of youthful rebellion. Less oblique are a set of screens at the front of the gallery, among them punk slogans…