Independence, it was angry one worded cry that took a flowering Empire by surprise as a group of men poured their representation of taxes and drained them into the harbour of Boston. Independence, it is the frustrated plea from downtrodden people who believe they are ruled by an unfeeling and uncaring governing body only happy to bleed dry the ordinary edges of Humanity, the kick always coming downwards. Independence is also the watchword for the anti corporation, the humble independent record store fighting against the rage of subjected plastic and unnatural bands and artists delivered for profit and false dawning hope and not for their message of reality, it is also the word in which many a venue stands beside with pride, independence is the most natural and honest state to be in as it guarantees music is played for the people by the people.