Because of my location whilst growing up and the lack of any "real" music scene (we got a lot of Names in concert but there weren't any smaller venues that supported local or lesser-known musicians; you had to go to Chicago, Detroit, or Indianapolis for anything "serious". Plus, there weren't any supportive radio stations that played anything new, upcoming, or interesting), I never heard many of the punk/New Wave classics until much, much later in life. The Buzzcocks were one of those groups, and their raw energy and drive were certainly infectious. One of my particular favorites is You Say You Don't Love Me, the tone and sadness of the lyrics completely incongruous with the music, making it rather heartbreaking (especially since it hits home too much). RIP, Mr. Shelley.