Nobody rocks like the British. Beneath the sophisticated exteriors and illusions of class, refinement and tight-lipped reserve, not to mention a rich history of manners, etiquette and entrenched Protestant repression, lies a single heart beating to the common rhythm of rock.
That beat may have become a little subdued over the years since Brit-rock’s pomp in the ‘70s or the cool indie revival of the ‘90s, but there’s no question that we Brits have always had an unshakable affinity for silly haircuts, loud guitars and, occasionally, some very bad behaviour.
