A Seance in Finsbury Park: The Sex Pistols Reunite

JUST BEFORE the Sex Pistols take the stage in the waning light, a curious hush falls on the boisterous punk crowd. A myth is to be made flesh: the heart quickens. The debates have been raging in what has become, like all Sex Pistols events, a media spectacle: in reforming, the group – and John Lydon in particular – are dancing on the grave of punk ideals; the songs are still relevant; this is just sad nostalgia, the true rock 'n' roll swindle, cash from chaos; it's their myth, they can do what they want with it. Round and round the arguments have gone, but here is the hour of truth: can the Sex Pistols walk it like they still talk it ?