Have I mentioned lately that I loathe both Pharrell Williams and Robin Thicke with every shred of my being? And how much I adore Marvin Gaye? Everyone remembers his sexy stuff (which, admittedly, was fucking blistering), but few recall his political polemics. The man had more mettle in his little finger than Pharrell has in his entire PR staff combined.

Eight ways till Sunday, Mr Gaye.