Just recently there was a large thread on a social network site that followed on from my asking if young people in general engaged with live music blindly as my compatriots and myself did way back in the mists of time.
The discussion was a long and varied one with multiple views being expressed.
A great many reasons for what seems like a disengagement was touted, but there didn't appear to be any argument to say that people did still just go out and put their entertainment needs into the laps of the gods.
Maybe I am one of the few elephants shuffling off to our mythical graveyard then as this is how I stumbled across Sweathearts of the prison rodeo.
I was in Glasgow and had a look through some listing sites online and the name jumped out and from that I read a bit about them and thought 'this could be right up my street'.
The deal was sealed when an artist I like and admire turned out to be part of the supporting bill.
So with that there I was in the 13th Note for the album launch and yet another act were added to my list of those who provided damn good nights.
There's no point in trying to force the band into a neat little box as they are a sprawling glorious mess of free expression that has a socialist heart, and they are impressively fearless in how they put themselves across.
Thankfully none of that was lost when it was transferred over to the studio.
Some have described them as an americana act, but while that does indeed flavour some of what they do you could also say confidently that they are a post punk band who understand the importance of folk music.
In bits I am reminded of the Nyah Fearties in the attitude they display if not sound, and that's not a bad thing.
The main thing that keeps coming to mind when I listen to the album is how we need bands like this.
They are the antidote to the bland, the anarchic storm that thrashes through banality and apathy, and leaves the air crackling with life in the aftermath.