There are times when you know that many of the things you
believed about yourself are quite honestly wrong, it can be quite a shock or it
can be a brilliant revelation. I had this latter experience on Saturday night.
Prior to that I’d have said I was indifferent to Public
Image Limited in general and John Lydon in particular. I thought that the days
when he mattered had been swept away with him selling real estate in the US, doing
lightweight reality TV, flogging Country Life and all the other distractions
from what had once been a powerful presence. Age doesn’t just wither people it
makes you, and sometimes them, forget what they were here for in the first
place. Yes, prior to Saturday I was definitely at that point with Lydon.
And as for PiL – well, I hadn’t bought a track by them since
the first single, Public Image, in its wraparound newspaper sleeve, back when I
so wrongly thought they might be a
continuation of the Pistols. Then they fell into that category of bands that I
was glad existed but who weren’t going to figure in my personal listening. The
sort that you’re glad to know still keep playing and who you’ll tune into when
you hear them at random, on the radio or ‘round a friends, a bit like The Fall
orTest Department (granted you won’t
hear them on the radio often….). I had trouble describing PiL to those who knew
I was going to see them and I think that they were quite bewildered as to why I
was even bothering.
But………
Well, from the moment they walked on stage, no pomp, no
ceremony, a bunch of people out there to do a serious job of work, and that
familiar hectoring sneer of a voice announced “We’re Public Image Limited, my
name is John, but you can call me whatever you like” they had me. They ground
into This Is Not a Love Song with a force and a commitment that defied you to
be distracted from the first dark beat. I won’t review every song, it seems a
bit pointless, but what amazed and rather thrilled me was that there wasn’t a
single one I didn’t know…its not like they did a greatest hits set (that in itself
would be fairly hard to pull off anyway) but that I knew and yes, loved, their
songs almost by osmosis – over the years they must have crept in the cracks and
fractures of my mind and embedded themselves there without me even knowing it.
Plus I’d just forgotten how fucking danceable they are – possibly the best
dance music I’ve heard in years.
Lydon didn’t do charismatic front man so much as resemble
some kind of benevolent (possibly…) dictator – haranguing the crowd not from a
desire to wind them up but from a genuine need to get a reaction to what he was
doing. Resplendent in black and still with the trademark hair he was
electrifying. He was in control and he knew it. Later I was talking about the
power this man could have if he’d ever gone into politics – but that the power
he has comes from everyone knowing that he never would – not in any
conventional sense anyway. Sometimes you have to hand it to Malcolm McLaren for
spotting him – although John was never going to be anyone else’s puppet. There
is indeed something special about him.
And lest you think that all of this is fuelled by nostalgia
and other less powerful intoxicants then I can only say that this was
absolutely no trip back in time. It was completely and definitely a ‘now’
moment. The eldest Tin, now 20, completely got the music and, in that warped
way that you get your anchorage in shifting musical waters, said to me
afterwards “oh yeah, I knew This is Not A Love Song – Nouvelle Vague did it
after all…..”. She also knew the closing track – a bit of a surprise for me
since I didn’t expect PiL to do it. Open Up, originally the collaboration
between Lydon and Leftfield, suited the mood perfectly and I went away with “You
Lied, You Cheated !” ringing round my head – four words that Lydon will not let
the rest of the world forget whilst he still draws breath,
Its not like Lydon never made a wrong move or lied and
cheated himself – but you do get the feeling that this is a man who is
completely confident in what he says and does at any given time. He might
contradict himself but that has never mattered. When he says something you know
that at that exact point in time he means it. Maan.
And by way of a strange tribute I’m not posting any PiL. You’ll
know that the Friday before three membersof Pussy Riot were jailed in Moscow.
Do whatever you can to object to this. If you want to see musical bravery then
this is it. This is real punk and it scares the hell out of Putin and his crew in the church,
which is why they should be supported. Without John it’s pretty inconceivable that
Pussy Riot would have existed – and that their approach and their words so
obviously bother the establishment is inspirational and surely what was intended
back in the day – this is no jubilee cruise up the Thames,
this is the real thing. I've read a lot of stuff over the last few days about how their approach is designed to get them publicity, that they are amateurish, childish and so on - but do you know what, fuck them ! I'd love to see these reactionary writers do something that they believed in strongly enough to risk a Russian prison for a few years. Grab a guitar and get down to the Russian Embassy, put
on a pink balaclava and book a flight to St Petersburg, at very least make your
voice heard on this one because Pussy Riot did. And you know, it’s not just about faraway Russia
– it’s about all of us too.
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