Does rock no longer concern itself with bothering "The Man"? With frying The Man's tiny little square brain? I mean, it used to be a war. A war we thought would rage for ever. Rawwwk VS The Man. Good VS Evil. Daddy VS Chips.

The Man would generally be personified (in rawwwk videos) by, well, a man. A small petty man. A man with a bow-tie and glasses. A man whose perpetually pursed lips signified square society's disapproval of rawwk's liberating craziness. A man whose glasses would be routinely shattered by the awesome power of shredded guitar.

Example? Check out the fogyish bank manager type at 0:52 in the awesome video for Judas Priest's awesome Breaking the Law (aka Breaking yer Specs):

Ho ho. Take that 4 eyes!

The Man, of course, is the eternal foe of wild, Bacchanalian joy. Singing, dancing, 10 minute guitar solos – The Man has no need for such things. His only loves (the wizened miserable old bastard) are money, order, piety and Werther's Originals.

45 years before Judas Priest broke laws (and blew minds) another impish rebel was pushing against the bonds of square Patriarchal oppression. I refer, of course, to Shirley Temple in Curly Top.

Singing? Raucous good cheer? Children's laughter? In the orphanage? Madame! This is an outrage! Shirley and pal hold firm though and tell him to get stuffed. Theirs is the spirit of rawwwk. It's Rob Halford's favourite movie.

So where are the 21st century heirs to the Halford/Temple legacy? Where are the glasses smashers?