Album: Never Mind The Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols
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This is the first Sex Pistols song I ever heard. I’d of course, been reading about them in Creem and Rolling Stone and Trouser Press for a couple of years, but they’d long since broken up before I bought the Ramones, Television, Jam and (especially) Clash records that rearranged my brain, so maybe I wanted to check out bands that were actually funct instead of defunct.
Plus, the whole cult of Sid Vicious kinda bumped me, too. Somehow, he’d become a face of punk rock — addiction, murder and overdosing will always equal notoriety — but self-destructiveness wasn’t why I loved punk rock, so it never made any sense to me. (That said, I did love Alex Cox’s Sid and Nancy, so . . .)