Dublin-based Whipping Boy kept the proverbial clove alight throughout the early '90s with their updated version of British Post-Punk. True to their unfortunate self-flagellating moniker, frontman Ferghal McKee could be found inflicting a number of injuries upon himself onstage. Musically, theirs were the atonal guitars of My Bloody Valentine, accompanied by a subdued Nick Cave-inspired voice and Echo and the Bunnymen-esque rhythms. These elements enhanced their natural ability to turn most anything morose into something catchy, and with their passionate antics in a time known for starry-eyed distance, they seemed an anomaly. As is the fashion, Whipping Boy burned out before they had a chance to fade away.