"End of the Century: The Story of the Ramones"
The subhed reads: "A heartfelt look at the four misfits from Queens who saved post-'60s American culture."

The Ramones weren't just part of the mid-1970s New York punk scene; in their sneakers, leather jackets and limp, stripy T-shirts, with an exuberantly messy guitar sound cobbled together from oddly shaped driftwoody bits of '60s surf pop, they essentially carved it out.

Reading this, it struck me again - nearly all of the bands I love are like dysfunctional families, full of love and hate for each other (or like gangs, as Marcus Gray puts it)