I love seeing and hearing all this Pete Shelley music. Yes, I’m bummed, but holy cow, what a fuckin’ bouncey, beautiful vision for what punk could be. These records will last a zillion years, they’re so pure and golden and trying find that pain we are all too familiar with, and transform it into a skating anthems that made you feel connected to the larger world of lonely, sad people. I even give his shitty new wave records a pass too, because it’s clear to me he means it. What a great artist. I was lucky enough to see him three times, and each one filled me joy, in spite of the sadness at the core of his tunes. Keep the Buzzcocks coming. Let’s rock the night away.
Austin Rich 