‘I predict a riot’ is a familiar theme from a recently structured sub-genre known as new-wave punk rock, a melodious take on our snarling DIY heroes from the late 70′s (“Oh here he goes again, punks!” Bare with me…), and despite its mainstream acceptance – and the fact that we all have a couple of tracks tucked away somewhere in a party play-list – let’s face it, it’s crap. About as close to a riot as Tai Chi, a foot-tapping forage into metro-sexual rebellion, “sometimes I actually sprinkle non-organic pumpkin seeds on my watercress and drink Coke zero – and my parents love meeee…” Enough is enough, so without further ado, I introduce a bunch of teenagers who’ve stolen our hearts here at Modern Design. At th guitar strap e almost pre-pubescent age of 16ish, the core of garage-punk rock band Thee Vicars (check MD issue no.3 for garage rock feature) is at the centre of something truly revolutionary. By throwing off the sticky-sweet coating of an image conscious permutation of the genus, and at the incredible risk of repetition on our part, Punk is back – but this time with the kids, and that means it might not die out when the old-wave of narco-addled punk pioneers finally give up the ghost. 7:30 on a Friday night, we take a recess from Friday recess in the bar next door, stumble back into the office, shorthand capabilities severely annulled (how rock ‘n’ roll), and dial the mobile number kindly provided by Lee, the band’s manager.