Who Knew II

“Gawwwwwddddd soiiiive thaaaah Queeeeeeen!!!!!!!!”

Betcha don’t remember that. Most of you blogging punks were in diapers when the Sex Pistols changed the face of music, and, ultimately, the world.

I was in a heavy metal band at the time, 1977, and I rebelled at the suggestion of the drummer that we cover that song. Absolute crap, I said, was punk, in all its forms. Rabid, three-chord, noisy, mindless crap. I was into Santana, Yes, Chick Corea, Pink Floyd.

See where that got me.

Sid Vicious died in a nasty spiral of death that involved his girlfriend. Vomiting on audiences became something that was no longer fashionable. Johnny Rotten, the lead singer, the hate-spewing, vitriolic maniac, faded away.

So imagine my surprise when I turn on the TV and come across John Lydon's MegaBugs.

The funny thing is, he’s good. He’s really, really good.