By Joshua Blake
In 1977 the Berlin Wall had yet to fall, Jimmy Carter pardoned Vietnam draft dodgers – Saturday Night Fever, Smokey and the Bandit and Star Wars made their marks on American cinema.
Across the Atlantic, The Sex Pistols birthed their only album to date: Nevermind The Bollocks Here’s The Sex Pistols on October 28th of ’77.
From Johnny Rotten’s (now formerly known as Lydon) screaming about how he’ll hop the Berlin Wall in an energized opener to their album, “Holidays In The Sun,” sends a prompt goodbye message: Please don’t be waiting for me.
Arguably the most notorious band of their day, The Sex Pistols never shyed away from political atmosphere, and 1977 never sounded so current at this day and age.
While America isn’t dealing with a figurehead of a queen (“God save the queen/cause tourists are money/And our figurehead is not what she seems”) it is dealing with a president who results to slingshotting insults to his political opponents at home and abroad.
Ironically, the 11th track on the record talks of a narcissistic personality called “New York.”
“An immitation from New York/ You’re made in Japan/From cheese and chalk/You’re hipy tarts hero/’Cos you put on a bad show/Oh don’t it show.”
The track goes on to say the character is bored and acting flash, and they better keep their mouth shut.
Given Trump’s latest nickname for Kim Jong Un is Rocket Man, and Kim called him a dotard, international relations are going great.
Now North Korea is saying Trump’s words toward them in his U.N. address warrants a declaration of war, and greenlights the nation to shoot down American aircraft outside of their own border.
We need a group that captures The Sex Pistols unabashed, raw voice of anxiety that Britain and the rest of Europe dealt with during the late 70’s – a time when the Cold War was unresolved and escalated tensions worldwide.
America and the rest of the globe are experiencing a similar unrest, and music can help us cope during these tests of willpower, but we need the gritty punk sound of the Pistols to translate our fears.
Is anyone up for the task?