The Smiths rekindled my absolute love of music. After punk ended or became more about noise, all there seemed to be were bands whose members were wearing £2000 suits, singing songs about shagging models, waving pound notes whilst stood on a ** yacht.
When I heard Hand in Glove, that was it. I was back in the music game so to speak. Saw them loads. Followed them around a bit. At the time the Smiths seemed and sounded much more real than the Thatcherite greed is good shite. Rip Andy Rourke.