This song reminds me of the time a Goth at school invited me to her 18th party. I tried wearing a black shirt and jeans. But it wasn’t good enough. The Goths sniffed me out a mile off and turned against me. It was like Lord of the Flies, but in an underground disco. I resolved it like I do all such problems. By drinking beer, and dancing badly.
I’d like to think the Goths found a new respect for me after that and considered me one of their own.
And if not, well fuck em – the moody pseudo-tribe of gits!
Killing Moon – Echo and the Bunnymen: