Shout out Rupert Giles. That guy really did his best to look out for Buffy and her friends, and he rarely got any credit for it. Instead, he kept getting beat up by vampires and demons and whatnot, and the people he loved kept getting killed. Maybe he died in the end? I can’t remember. I hope not. But now, he’s at least getting some shine, since he’s the namesake for a new song from the young Manchester fuzz-pop band cruush.