Malcolm drew them together.
Tarred and feathered,
razor blades and paperclips.
Mohawk snips.
An explosion on city streets.
The Sex Pistols,

Forged in fug of boredom
and a drab scene,
the biggest pisstake
in history
turned into a vibrant wave
rolling over convention.

A chaotic future
youth culture. The clothes,
the attitude the apathy.
The punk scene
born in heat
and pandemonium.

Tartan pants, leather boots.
Painted faces,
swearing voices
arriving on the stage
in seventy six. Brief.
Two years of anarchy.

Punk rock. The pistols
and the mayhem.
A negative movement?
Fuck off tosser.
Punk rock
saved the world.

– Dave Kavanagh

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