The fact that I first saw Richey James and The Manic Street Preachers not long after the last time I saw Johnny Thunders still feels so right. The comparisons are inevitable. Of course there is the physicality of the pair, and the fact that neither would be offended if you declined to complement their guitar virtuosity, but more affecting is the emotional scars that they both carried into their music. Although Richey expressed himself more earnestly than Thunders, both bore the burden of being their respective bands’ heart, soul & talisman - a weight that took a considerable toll