Sex Pistols shake Brixton
Written by mascoteer.com staff
What a blast from the past. Old boys the Sex Pistols have got themselves out of bed, dragged a comb across their head, and shambled on stage at Brixton Academy to do a what? A benefit concert, a pastiche of themselves, or a laugh?
When the Pistols first arrived on the music scene, a quarter of a century ago, (yes that long ago), spitting and contempt were the vehicle used to sell their music. God Save the Queen, their anthem of respect to her majesty, was a shocker, topping the charts and ensuring despair for youth by the establishment. Mary Whitehouse did not apparently buy or listen to any Sex Pistols CDs before joining the chorus of BBC bans and dissapproval which sealed Johnny Rotten’s elevation to stardom.
To repeat the rise of the youth movement which accompanied the Sex Pistols outlandish performances is impossible, even at the Brixton academy. In the words of Paul McCartney, who used them to confirm there would not be a Beatles reunion, ‘you can’t reheat a souffle’. Whether Johnny Rotten doesn’t like to be compared to a souffle is immaterial, they have neither the back catalogue or charisma to keep going, say like Elton John, or the Rolling Stones, from whose era the Sex Pistols, if they like it or not, belong.
However, as a good time pub band, to drink and make merry with while the Sex Pistols play their old songs, ah that’s a different story. Today Brixton, tomorrow the hair transplant.
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