I think the moshing killed my knees

So we cut our hair to prove it
And we wore the clothes to prove it
And we armed ourselves to prove it
And we chose our place to prove it
And we danced that way to prove it
And we made ourselves believe it
Until all the world believed it
Until even you believed it

- New Model Army: Adrenalin


Well, that was far more fun than I expected it to be. New Model Army got the most enthusiastic audience I've ever seen in Oslo, and since it wasn't sold out, there was room for dancing. Lots of good old songs, which probably was what most of us were there for, and all over good, energetic, militant political pub rock.

As a bonus, my friend Trine and I ran into a couple of old mates. Re-bonding and reminiscing ensued.