So, I'm going to go bowling with some friends in the late eighties, going down the bypass to Stoke, when my mate, who's driving, sticks on a tape of some band he's just gotten into. I hear a ghostly intro that leads into a great percussive beat... dum, dum, dum-dum-dum-dum-dum, dum-dum-dum-dum-dum... and a great, gritty-yet-soulful voice comes in a little while before the instruments do and, within a couple of minutes, I'm hooked...
'Who is this..?' I say...
'New Model Army', my mate says...
The next day, I'm down at the local record store. They don't have 'Thunder and Consolation', as I now know that album is called, but they have 'The Ghost Of Cain' and I buy it, listen to it and within the first two minutes of 'The Hunt', I know I have found my favourite band.
It's been, what, 25 years since then? I've been to numerous gigs, collected so many rareties (still got the 7" of 'Great Expectations'... any chance of playing that any time soon, lads?) and had so many great times... yeah, that drive to Stoke was a life-changer, alright.
By the way, there was too big a queue at the bowling alley, so we just buggered off home.