I would, but I've ran out of lighter fuel.
It's actually got to a point now where every time an overenthusiastic indie kid runs up to me, eyes a-gleaming with missionary fervour, clutching a CD, that I can pretty much guess what's going to end up coming out of the speakers. This one was wearing an 'old' Manic Street Preachers T-shirt (reprint, natch), so I assumed quasi-anthemic music with lyrics that think they're smarter than they actually are. And I was close enough as yet another dirge with Nirvana influenced guitars made me twitch with mild pain. Utterly forgettable.