I can't remember a rockumentary, or if you will documentary, that I sat through beaming with as much sheer pleasure as this celluloid love letter to the Ramones, heroes of punk.
the Ramones rocketed into rock legend, with their leather jackets and mop hair, crashing through 100mph songs and doing more than anyone to take a sledgehammer to prog-rock complacency.That's definitely on the must see list this month. Hey! Ho! Let's Go!
For 20 years, the Ramones did their thing, never changing, never looking or sounding any different, and sadly never making it into the big league, despite being an acknowledged influence on so many bands that came later. The pseudo-surname "Ramone" seems to have encouraged a family-type dysfunction; Johnny stole Joey's girlfriend, an act that sowed the seed of much pain, and Johnny's martinet insistence on hard work and touring, together with his robustly conservative political views, wound everyone up no end.