There is something vaguely comical (and typically perverse) about Morrissey's passion for the New York Dolls. Here is the quintessentially English king of baggy-cardiganed, bed-sit bound sensitivity losing his heart to a bunch of delinquent New York transvestite punks, whose only use for a bed-sit would likely be as a place in which to get horribly loaded.

Still looking ravaged by their own debauchery, the band made a Morrissey-promoted appearance at London's Meltdown Festival in June of this year. Captured in the camera's glare they seem grimier and sleazier than ever, thundering through a set of febrile rock'n'roll while teetering on a knife-edge of macho high-camp. Extras include rehearsal footage and a short film dedicated to late band member (and born-again Mormon) Arthur Kane.