“Hate for Sale,” the Pretenders

Holly Gleason, writer and artist development consultant: I’d forgotten how good furious, stripped-down rock and roll can be. In 2 minutes and 32 seconds of pure combustion, Chrissie Hynde reminds us of punk’s raw, gutting capabilities. The song is an indictment of the win-atall-costs ethos for today’s Gordon Gekkos who bleed the systems dry, step on the bones and don’t look back as they move on to the next.