Mouthy, militant, glam-rock rejects - it's all been said before about the courters of controversy Manic Street Preachers - and they're believing none of it.
After reading about "punks wrecking stage" and even more alarmingly guitarist Richey Edwards carving up his arm with a razor blade, I began to doubt why I was doing the interview.
It turns out guitarist Richey is interesting and articulate enough to warrant the acreage of media coverage.
"We stopped believing in the myth of the press a long time ago, what we're saying is in the music and the songs," he tells me.
"I just feel sorry for James, who writes our songs, because every single review of our LP talks about the band and what we represent, never about the music, I find that really sad."
The Rimmel eyeliner - they gave up lipstick because it didn't work - belies the group's desire to be seen as a pure rock band.
"We ignored the whole of the '80s culture because the bands go so obscure and avant garde," he says.
"We bought every single record there was to buy and kept playing them but at the end of the day they didn't mean as much to us as My Generation by The Who, which sounded more articulate than any middle-class art-school record."