Not only did it conjure up blissful memories of a seminal album and a time of youthful abandon, but it also reminded us all that this high-octane, gnarled, self-effacing rock music could ignite hearts, scale dizzy heights and sell millions - against all odds. Twenty years have passed, and although this anniversary made me feel old, my love of amped-up rock'n'roll has not diminished. Neither have the numbers of groups writing and performing it. Fashions come and go, but a well-placed guttural scream and a loud guitar can still connect.




