Generation X: X Cert For A Teenage Opera

GENERATION X ARE pissed. Legless. Tony James is sprawled in a dressing room armchair, cradling his bass with a glazed-silly grin spread across the face you can only glimpse behind an ever-raised glass of lethal alcoholic concoction called a Jellybean. He just about manages to tune up but the effort and precision involved in changing into stage gear is too much, and the leather jacket stays on.