Sex Pistols Anniversary
Sex Pistols perform in Paradiso, Amsterdam, 1977 – ph. Koen Suyk
Text Domenico Paris
Some posters turn yellow. And some proclamations become voiceless. Some ideas grow lazy. And there are some heroes with no cause anymore. But there are revolutions that never end. And they jeer at time relentlessness. Because they are not carried on by the same old reassuring figures made of fair proposals and selfless intentions. Instead, by shady fellows, not compliant at all, ready to sell their mother to get it round.
Like the Sex Pistols, that on 28th October 1977, after having upset Albion and a good part of Europe (except Italy) with their iconoclastic fury, burst into the discographic market with Nevermind the bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols.
«Don’t know what I want. But I know how to get it. I wanna destroy passer by», Johnny Rotten shouted out forty years ago in the bridge of Anarchy in the U.K., a declaration of intents which was a slap in the face of rock, fossilized in style exercises and already lost in its early subversive vocation. And the unrivalled success of this first and only LP released by the congregation of little thugs enlisted by Malcolm McLaren and ‘disguised’ as Vivienne Westwood (unknown at that time) actually resides in having indicated a new path, which is no longer made of instrumental quibbles and scene costumes, but of fed up people who experience music as a form of revolution against the system and express themselves through screams and sequences of basic chords. In short, punk.
And though over the years this movement has been compelled to be taken over by the industry of culture and reduced to a sort of brand, the rough and rebel lesson given by the Sex Pistols with this album has kept on existing, showing the way to thousands of bands and marking, with the debut of the American Ramones, a rupture which no one after them was able to reassemble.
There’s no denying it, a veritable success for four guys who often did not know how to get to the end of a song all together.