The member of the band who doesn't say much at all, or when they do, it isn't worth listening to. The one who revels in hitting things but is apprehenisve of normal conversation. Yes, it's the drummer.
A plaintive cry frequented by belligerent members of the proletariat to some of the better members of society. Especially when those members are Dutty Skets who have taken the care to wear a red hoodie.
*cue respectable young girl walking down road*
OI DUTTY SKET IN THE RED HOODIE!!!
*cue respectable young girl looking both disgusted and pleased simultaneously*