With one boot kicking against an American garage door and the other skipping down Carnaby Street, You Am I managed to filter a uniquely Australian suburban perspective from the sprawling riff-rock universe of the early '90s. Drummer Rusty Hopkinson's encyclopaedic record collector's brain and frontman Tim Rogers' intelligent ear for classic songcraft would fuel one of the most esteemed catalogues in modern rock. Meanwhile, the band of brothers' mutual dedication to sheer amplified kicks and roadhouse camaraderie would make You Am I a trusted marquee name for more than 25 years. The truest mark of their victory is that all of these bands that influenced them, surely, would now be fans themselves.