To the losers who couldn’t wait two hours and smoked in my face in a smoke-free venue
To the ignorant losers who yelled “what’s this shit, play your old stuff!” while we rocked out to Colosseum.
To the fucker who threw a pint of beer in my face when they started the last song.
NONE OF YOU GOT ME DOWN!
They are the remaining Masters of Post-Punk Revival.
Thank you Bloc Party.
It was a fucking gas.