The true punk attitude was in Pete Shelley’s insouciance and camp delivery. Shut your eyes and it was still the snotty Shelley of yore. Open them and it was a balding man, with a grey beard and big belly. Steve Diggle, left, and Pete Shelley belie their 61 years. And there’s the problem it’s great to hear the songs but punk was all about youth. There’s something a bit sad about men in their sixties spitting out songs of teenage angst and anger. READ MORE: A Sex Pistol comes to Cornwall But we’ll forgive them because of those songs. Buzzcocks were always the poppiest of the punks and, arguably, their records have aged better than the others in the class of ’77 because of that. Opening with their best song would ruin most band’s entire sets but it’s testament to Buzzcocks’ mighty if small canon that they chucked away Boredom at the beginning. What a song nihilistic perfection in two minutes; it beats anything by the Pistols, Clash and Damned in my book. The Falmouth setlist.