twittercocks 

somewhere outside of london there exists an underground research facility for generating vat-grown, skinny, blond, shaggy-haired british bioautomatons. as rock bands age and some of their members retire, an attendant presses a button and a new clone is dropped from his holding tank, given an instrument, and sent off on tour, only to be recycled after the last gig

at least that’s the conclusion i drew after seeing the bassist and drummer for the buzzcocks. great show overall.