"Gigs, yeah. And it may be a poor excuse but I'm stickin' by it. I'll just have to make it up to yeh with a buncha gig tickets. We can go smash around in the mosh pits and make out in the bathrooms, it'll be some brilliant nights, I swear, totally worth the wait."

Another tune kicks in, a little more metal, a little heavier, and Cass leans to drum his hands distantly in time on the car's dashboard. "Oi, what about head banging? You heard of head banging?"