Ok who have you seen that really were worth the admission money. They didn't just re-produce the studio sound, they engaged the audience in some way and there was something very special about seeing them. These three from me are in their prime - all are still going, and good though they still are, I refer to earlier days.
The Pogues - wild, glorious mayhem. Drunkenness, metal trays being smashed over heads and a fabulous celebration. You don't need to be Irish to enjoy it, nor a Londoner, just to have a penchant for having a good time.
Billy Bragg - Almost a religious experience. Whatever the cause, he'll be there spouting beliefs from an invisible pulpit with an infectious passion. But it's all topped off with wry self-deprecating humour and of course fabulous music, many of them sweet beautiful love songs.
Pixies - an incessant bomb blast of bass heavy punk rock. Incessant and gob smacking with Black Francis' amazing throat searing vocals.
Who are yours? - and please think it through, it's got to be about atmosphere, occasion, performance and finally, the songs. So if anyone comes on here and says the Strokes (and I love them on record) their login will be deleted. It's for the best.
