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We were all of the right kind of age when punk rock fouled Britain's streets. After relying on the semi-fantasy world of glam during the early/mid '70s to relieve the boredom of real life, what better way for a 16 year ooldto vent his spleen in '76 than jumping around in stinking, darkened clubs to snotty, cocky bands playing variations of the stripped-down, 3 chord anthems previously only heard in the 'States? It was a revelation. And, to compound a cliche, I used to look at those bands and think, "I could do that!" So that I did. As did the other membersof Ausgang in their own punky, proto-Ausgang outfits. Mine was The Solicitors, a shouty, tuneless, ramshackle affair that nonetheless made me a 'local hero' and opened a few night club doors where I ended up DJing on 'alternative' nights. This led to putting on local bands, one of which featured this magnificent bass player who I swiftly nicked and christened 'Cub'. We advertised and roped in a posh geezer, Matthew, wh...