Punk nurtured the fire I had inside to live life according to my own rules. I don't know where I'd be without it. I'm mostly on about universal love and community these days, but try and tell me what to do and watch a volcano erupt. It used to be a volcano of anger. Now it's effective and efficient action.

I put on Refused for old times sake and found myself in tears when he sings "What frequency will liberation be?" I feel like we are almost there.