Some gigs are bigger than just seeing a show on your doorstep and some bands mean more than simply being a bunch of musicians who've made some good records. When I was 17 in the pretty musically dire year of 1987, an album cover caught my attention in a record shop I worked in. A freakish sepia-tinged photo of a man with an exceedingly hairy back. That meant the music inside had to be interesting, right?