1977

This band (and this song) takes the wrongheaded to new heights, but in 1977 they blasted away my midwestern boredom.

To this day, there's still something moving about the futility of the Sex Pistols—a headlong race to an existential nadir—shattering the facade of both commercial and political culture by creating one that was empty and soulless (which makes you realize you have one).

Take all the commercialized artifice of The Monkees, turn it upside down—then punch it in the face.

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