The genre of music that first shaped my teenage ears has become "retro".
Every Saturday at uber-cool-pub/venue Old Blue Last in Shoreditch is a night called "What's My Age Again"; a whole evening dedicated to pop-punk. Think Kerrang! circa 2001; think baggy shorts, think Blink 182, Pennywise, NOFX, Jimmy Eat World, Less Than Jake, think listening to this all on a discman!
For one I'll be embracing this move. It seems to be a once-a-month event at the moment, but I'll be there in June, with a black studded belt, my faded Warped Tour tshirt, shorts down to my ankles, and Eastpak rucksack haning over my arse.
They just better play Alkaline Trio...
("watched flies FUCK on channel 11!" Hell-friggin-yes!)