The Buzzcocks don’t belong to the 21st century, and they would probably be the first to tell you that. These boys belong to an era of fast cars and loud guitars, of radio singles and B-sides played at 45 revolutions per minute. Never has this been more apparent than on The Way, the Buzzcocks’ ninth studio album and sixth since they reformed in 1989. Less concerned with fictional romance than with virtual reality, it’s an anxious record from a band that should be settling comfortably into old age. It’s also a powerful argument for why the Buzzcocks remain relevant in spite of their increasingly troubled take on modernity.