AFI'S CRASHING, vehement hurricane was enhanced here with a chorus that used three layers of Davey's vocals battling for dominance, adding a whole knew emotive element. The start of AFI pushing their own boundaries.

THIS, AFI'S homage to the North Bay scene, is named after, and all about the legends passed down about its key venue The Phoenix Theatre, where they often played in their formative years. It remains open today.

THE SOUND of AFI embracing their new found sense of subtlety and Havok finally singing in a low, manly pitch. The anthemic chorus holds it all together.

'WHAT FOLL-OOOOOOOWS...' Shout along, kids, shout along. And marvel at one of the strangest videos in memory. A blue fluffy monster and a bug-eyed girl wander through cartoon landscapes after walking through a portal in guitarist Jade Puget, only to be attacked by white petals. What?!

FORESHADOWING THE intricate delicacy that was to come in AFI's later career, this dramatic outpouring sees Havok embracing actual - gasp! - singing (during the verses at least) for the first time.

FEELING A little bummed out? Why not just riot and get it out of your system? 'Smash it up! Break it down! Bring it down, down to the ground' yells Davey. Well, if you insist...

AFI IN classic Bay Area punk mode. Breakneck, straight-ahead, snotty, vehement and all about petty in-scene bitching, Davey sounds so irritated he barely breathes for two minutes.

THIS SONG stands as a testament to just how far AFI have grown as a band. Fun, bratty, speedy, bass-heavy, and a part of AFI's history that is all too often forgotten.

DAVEY'S FIRST glass-shattering metal scream hits MTV sans objection from anyone thanks to the generally radio-friendly nature of the song. FYI: those Spanish bits in the middle mean 'I have been here often before, and return' and 'And I return here again, and begin'.

THIS COMPLEX, polished, mid-paced anthem sees AFI cross so far over from punk rock they're wading in perfectly constructed, expertly executed alt-pop territory. Still impressive, mind.

ORIGINALLY AVAILABLE on the vinyl only version of 'Black Sails...', this later emerged on Nitro Records' 2004 'Best Of' compilation, 'AFI'. The last time they embraced their East Bay hardcore roots 100 per cent.

OH SWEET Jesus, it's genius! That groovy bassline, the marching stomp of the drums, the understated electronic elements, the simplistic chug of the guitar and the catchiest chorus AFI have ever written.

THIS HEART-WRENCHING, cello-enhanced, dark and slow-building album-closer signalled the future direction of the grown-up AFI. And it was a million miles away from where they started.

A HEART-WRENCHING and moving message to anyone on the verge of suicide: even in the roughest and loneliest of times, 'Before I'd lay me down to rest, I'd throw away everything to live'.

DAVEY DOES a delightful combination of barking and singing sweetly over swirling guitars, driven bass and charging drums. The sorrowful, moody-as-all-hell breakdown and chanty bits halfway through are classic AFI.

DAVEY HAVOK once wrote a song about getting his balls removed in order to join an all-female bowling team. This is it. 'Balls will roll' he barks. 'I think it's time for me to be a girl'.

You know that person who's really depressed and whiny all the time but won't get off their ass and do anything about it? This is dedicated to them.

Y'KNOW THAT bit during every single AFI live show, where everyone loses their minds, raises their fists and yells, 'Through! Our bleeding! We! Are one!'? Yeah, that's this song...

THE TRIUMPHANT opener of '...Drowning' had a more polished veneer, considered structure, and was rounded off nicely with a wonderfully emotive breakdown in the middle.

A CATCHY snapshot of the overly guarded mid-'90s punk scene. 'So eager to say hello but you don't know me,' Davey spits. 'You just know what to say, you pay the price to see the show but you don't own me'.