When I was 17 and in terrible bands, there were three factions among the weirdo A-level music kids - Funeral For A Friend/Incubus/AFI etc., Metallica/Judas Priest/Van Halen/G'n'R etc., and Hundred Reasons/Reuben etc. (this faction would later be subdivided to include a dedicated Biffy Clyro faction, a bold move in 2004 that only a true pioneer such as myself could have spearheaded). Most of the individuals were refugees from the previous amalgam of Slipknot and Papa Roach devotees (loosely termed "moshers" and subject to near constant ridicule; this torment reached a peak in March 2004, when Lewis had a Tipex cock drawn on his bootleg Sum 41 hoody that he had bought from Barry Market only two weeks prior). These were truly contentious times. There were, however, two bands that all agreed upon (or, at least, recognised as important), even after the post-GCSE disbanding of the once-united "mosher" division of Barry Comprehensive School. One was Nirvana, and the other was Glassjaw.

johntucker 25 Feb 2014