Sometimes you get talked into doing things that you know are going to turn to shit. And even though you know they will, there’s some little voice in your head going, “go on, it might be fun. I mean, how wrong can it go?” So you agree to do it, you do it, and it turns into a whole heap of shit. And you say to that little voice, “very wrong, my annoying voice in my head, very wrong.” And you think you may hear a distant evil laugh somewhere but you can’t quite place it. I’ve never been judgmental of peoples clothes (well, okay, I am) but musicians wearing pristine Minor Threat t-shirts, leather pants and fake alligator brogues just don’t smell right. Okay, here’s my theory. If someone looks like they should be in a band and are in a band, you can pretty much guarantee that they’re shit.