When you are 62 and your name is Bruce Springsteen you don’t need to be subtle or hide your progressive politics. You can also wear your references on your sleeve. Not that he has ever been shy to do it. Springsteen has always been the voice of the sweat-stained working man, the down-trodden, the exploited – he has never been shy to flex a tattooed musical muscle at The Man. He has also never held back on raw emotion, big sweeping sounds and clear as the Stars and Stripes imagery. And all delivered with that pick-up of a voice. His latest album, the strong Wrecking Ball, is an angry but singalong riposte to capitalism with memorable choruses and a celebration of multi-cultural America in all its multi-voiced and musical glory – there’s mariachi, gospel, Irish, soul. Loud and ready to Occupy.