Never Mind The Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols made me laugh. The melodramatic lyrics compare package holidays to concentration camps, and sweepingly dismiss society, the UK, the music industry, fashion and pretty much everyone that was not a Sex Pistol. Pro-anarchy yet anti-lies, the Sex Pistols don’t seem to know what they want; but there are glimmers of insight among the nonsense, and their willingness to shock is used to great effect on Bodies, a brutally graphic song about abortion.
Musically as well as lyrically, this album is intense. Always conducted at full speed, the songs are relentless. There are some good riffs and the harsh drums really contribute to the sound of rebellion, but the instruments are all but drowned out by Johnny Rotten’s bawled vocals. This is not necessarily a criticism; with his uncompromising ‘singing’ style Rotten is a huge part of the Sex Pistols sound, a sound that is considered one of the most influential of the last century.
At times I was entertained, and at times I was thoughtful. However I must admit that after the whole 38 minutes of Never Mind the Bollocks I mainly felt deafened.