Not me.
Someone sent me a link to a Rolling Stone teaser about the NEW ALBUM (wowie, zowie, God Save the Queen, gabba gabba hey). From the awful cover (Johnny can't draw...and why he'd want to draw a Native American making a stupid face I don't know) to the enthusiastic descriptions of the songs, it sure doesn't seem fresh or appealing.
Christ, who'd want to buy that? Oooh, Johnny rages about a broken john. He says the Hopi religion is interesting. He admires Bettie Page who was trendy 10 years ago and is now dead. He's making fun of some fashionista and calling her "Turkey Tits" or something. Oh, oh, that Johnny! Who wouldn't pay $10 or $15 for a download or a CD of this?
Anyone ever listen to even their first album more than once? I didn't. You'd have to be in a psycho ward to want to play even "God Save the Queen" a second time. Got it. Guess what, she's still alive and you've been a has-been allllllll this time.
PS, I'm glad Sid Vicious is dead, I don't consider "Sid and Nancy" the world's greatest love story, and I'm not too thrilled Lydon is still alive. And I really don't give a shit about McLaren being dead, either way. Aside from bonking The Three Stooges' "B-i-Bickie" into some kind of stupid punk-disco bastard child, he was a fucking bore.
Punk records are around to remind us how futile and temporary that movement was, and how loaded it was with pretenders and cheap provocateurs.
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