What do you do when you emerge as the battle-scarred survivors of corporal punishment, processed food, leaded petrol fumes, cycling without helmets, driving without seatbelts, socially obligatory smoking and imminent cold war annihilation? You count your blessings because you are clearly very lucky individuals. Then you form a band and share that experience. Higgs and the Bosons is the sound of an angry generation tinged with relief that they made it this far. They are that thing you were thinking, but louder.