"...It all kind of centred on Loz. He was a hurricane behind the drums, you'd just see this blur of sticks and hair. Stage right was Steve, staring intently downwards, snapping the groove tightly down. Off to the left was Andy, in his own world. I'd never seen anyone play guitar as naturally as he did. The fucker was 19! And right up front you had Mark, thrashing wildly at the six strings, but cooing like an angel into the mic, the Ride duality in one body. A fit one it was, too. Somehow, there were already girls at the crash barrier, gazing up at him..."