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Buzzcocks

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Standing on a stage in Shepherd’s Bush, London, in 2003, it was evident that the years had taken their toll on Pete Shelley’s voice, no longer delivering the Buzzcocks’ clever lyrics with the high-pitched whine of distress and fury that so endeared the band to a generation of similarly fed up and frustrated youth. Today his voice is markedly deeper and gruffer, which admittedly takes some of the zing out of the songs. Never mind the incongruity of a middle-aged man shouting out “admit, admit, you’re sh*t, you’re sh*t” like an extremely overgrown schoolboy. But when you thoroughly skewered teenage tear-away angst and are trotting out the proof a quarter of a century on, that perhaps is unavoidable. Besides, nowadays Viagra’s available for the now wilting “Orgasm Addict.” There’s no need, however, for a little purple pill to perk up the band’s sound, for the band delivers the songs up with all the p