The Afterword is a broad church, running the full gamut of musical tastes from A to D.

Over by the fireplace, you have your “course, it were all green fields round here in my day” types, trading stories about the Incredible String Band and the Summer of Love.

By the pool table gather the sneering 90s kids, who don’t, like, believe in genre, and still sometimes listen to music that gets reviewed in Pitchfork. They’ll never get old and closed-minded, no sir.

Propping up the bar, drinking real ale and comparing vintage tour t-shirts, are the vinyl obsessives. They like music you’ve probably never heard of.

And, of course, there’s the car park. Where deramdaze is busy shouting at pigeons and trying to work out whether or not he should like The Doors just now.

Many tribes. Many ways of consuming music, many ways of seeing the world. But is there a single song that can bring them together and bond them? A piece of music that, when played on the jukebox, will see everyone in the pub stop what they’re doing, link arms and perform a stomping karaoke singalong that threatens to tear the roof off the sucka? » Continue Reading.