When Harvey Milk reunited in 2005, I felt it was time to turn back the hands of time and make things right. Finally, the band that I’ve worshipped for years in obscurity would have the chance to win. Harvey Milk are the good guys, not some vapid, flash-in-the-pan, here-today-gone-tomorrow, fashion casualty, trust fund baby art band. These fuckers are lifers. They played when there were 10 people at their shows; they’ll play if there’s 1,000. They mean it and they will never, ever compromise.