As a youth movement, pop music had lost everything in the early 70's and we were being dished up glam rock. The alternative was prog rock. It was a joke. The music said nothing to me about my life, I was not represented. Glam rock represented the banal establishment, and prog rock was introverted naval gazing. On top of that school was shut 3 days a week because there was no coal/coke, scheduled power cuts meant trying to do homework by candle light, synthetic fibre clothing meant you freezed your knackers off, football violence was terrifying if you got in the wrong place at the wrong time i.e. at the game. There was no escape and nowhere to escape to because there was no yoof movement. I clung to Bowie for years & he was singing about spacemen!
Not knocking Floyd et al they are brilliant, but not for kids starting out in life wanting to take on the world, it was depressing. Then as if to really drive the final nail into our teenage coffins, along came disco. Great.
Punk swept the nation on all levels not just music, it was a grand time, we had got a youth movement and thousands of teenagers like me weren't going to miss the boat. I bought a bass guitar, joined band and made a racket.