I never did understand the appeal of punk music. Each song is random sequence of 3 or 4 barre chords played over and over while the singer screams something anti-social. To each his own, I guess.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell