If you were around Wellington in the early and mid-1990s, you couldn’t not be aware of the music thundering out of various dives in Cuba and Willis streets. Years before the user-friendly grooves of the Freddies and The Black Seeds defined “the Welly sound” this place was rock-pig central. And right at the heart of it, under the stewardship of manager Gerald Dwyer, were Shihad and Head Like a Hole. Years back, I was invited to write a proposal for a doco on Shihad. I did the research, reassembled some memories, got to know the band better than I had and put together a 30-page outline that beca…