My favourite Punk bands were [and are, still]; Buzzcocks, ATV, The Damned, The Slits, Discharge and U.K. Subs. [Charlie Harper is a living legend]. I started getting into Punk around 1976, when I was 13. Still love it now.
I love punk. I was 14 in 1977, when it kicked off, big-time, in the UK. (It had been around since the previous year, but as a kind of underground thing). I was a bit too young to go to gigs, etc., but I did have (and still have) the records. I used to listen to a very famous, and now sadly deceased radio DJ., called John Peel. He played all kinds of great music on his show, long, long before anybody else. He had an incredible talent for knowing what was going to be big, and one night, as I listened, he played a very short, very fast, very noisy record that started with the singer saying: "Is she really going out with him?" That record was New Rose, by The Damned: I was hooked, and I had to own a copy of that record. Still love it 38 years later. The early punks were just scruffy, by the way. Shortish hair kept immaculately untidy by use of, well, anything that would make it look messy. Clothes worn inside out. Bin liners for jackets. Nice clothes covered in pin badges. 'Brothel Creeper' shoes. Drainpipe trousers. The big hair came in in the early 1980's, when bands like 'Discharge'(great band, by the way), and 'The Exploited' emerged. Prior to that, the 'Mohican' was adopted by what we sneeringly called 'Part time punks', those office workers and posh kids, who would appear in full regalia at weekends, and who, to our way of thinking, 'didn't quite get it'. A great band, the TV Personalities, made a brilliant record, called 'Part-Time Punks', that gently took the piss out of these people. I dressed all in black (like the Stranglers) all the time, and wore Doctor Martens boots, and a blazer covered with badges, some quite rude, to school. Proper punk, for me, ended in January, 1978, when the then Johnny Rotten, walked off stage in America, during the Sex Pistols disastrous tour there, his parting words to the crowd: "Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?" He never called himself 'Johnny Rotten' ever again. Punk is dead. Long live Punk.