You spent countless hours of your youth perfecting Johnny Rotten's belligerent whine and lidless stare; you lost whole days improving Billy Idol's snarl, even after Generation X became mainstream. You considered wearing a yellow Fun-Fur jacket years before ravers caught a glimpse of Captain Sensible, and you slavered over crackly fifth-generation tapes, learning the words to songs by Stiff Little Fingers, the Buzzcocks, the Subhumans, the Ramones, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Exploited, Descendents, Germs, and Fear. Finally, when bands like Green Day, Rancid, Offspring, and Blink 182 hit the big time, you kicked yourself for misusing your nascent talents. No worries. This is your opportunity to shine like a shattered 40-ouncer -- to be, at last, the punk rock lout that gets to hurl vulgarities from... More >>>