Rock on, Tommy
Having spent my teenage years sailing the good ship Rock across the Seas of Spandex, I very much enjoyed THIS ARTICLE in the Guardian's weekend magazine. I had "interesting" musical tastes in my formative years. Lots of dubious Heavy Metal, a smattering of acid house, and more Pet Shop Boys than you could shake Neil Tennants' dog's stick at. But metal was where my heart was, however ridiculous much of it was on retrospect. All these blokes looking tough in their spiky dog collars and studded wrist-bands, all mummy's boys at heart, helping old ladies across the mosh-pit. And that.