the sex pistols | "holidays in the sun" | nevermind the bollocks, here's the sex pistols | 1977
with teenage angst came teenage anger. after the rough sound of the milkmen pleased my ear so deftly i went searching for something harder. again, corey and i raided derek’s box of tapes and corey recommended what has become a classic. that was my first taste of punk and [trigger brain repository of story-telling clichés] i never looked back.
when i started listening to this band they were mostly unknown and still largely pariahs to most who did know of them. it was perfect for my search for a new, authentic consumerism. “i won’t let you major record labels force-feed me your corporate trash!” i cried. “you and kasey kasum can eat it!” ah, but i would let smaller subsidiaries of media corporations sell me a package specially branded for my tastes. you bet i would. now the sex pistols are almost as mainstream as the rolling stones. i suppose perhaps the stones were once edgy pariahs too.
ah, the irony of generations passing from revolutionaries to reactionaries. ah, the double irony of defining ourselves as revolutionaries in terms of consumerism.
