I went to a gig last night featuring Jon Gomm and friends. John Gomm was fine. His pals; Pino Forastiere and Stuart Ryan turned the gig into a guitarists' w@nkfest with virtuoso displays of tapping and shredding that destroyed cover versions of Smells Like Teen Spirit and Albatross and transformed other classics into instantly forgettable demonstrations of not knowing the boredom threshold of their audience. I was tempted to shout out "Do you know 'Suicide is Painless'? " but two things stopped me: Fear of the violence that would have been inflicted upon me by my wife. Knowing that the irony would have been wasted on the performers.