"Playing every weekend for 18 months had turned us into a real band, who could begin a song together and end at approximately the same time. Forgive me, I have used that line too many times in conversation over the last three decades. We were good but we didn’t really want to say it out loud. It wasn't part of our character to boast, brag or bullshit about the band. Davy Shannon didn't try to butter us up either, with any motivational moonshine from the producer’s manual. He put the microphones in the proper places, waited for us to tune up and pressed the play button at the same time as the record button and told us to go. We had the four songs on the tape before the day was done. They sounded OK to us. Even Feargal's singing didn't attract any mutterings from the corner where Billy and I were sitting."
The Guardian runs an excerpt from Michael Bradley's Teenage Kicks: My Life as an Undertone.
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