In my heart of hearts, I know I should simply mock these old sods for continuing to haul their ancient carcasses onto concert stages around the world, but, dammit, Never Mind the Bollocks was too damned influential in my life for me to deny the thrill I get whenever I see Lydon, Jones, Cook, and Matlock side by side once more. I still haven’t seen them perform live; maybe this time around I finally will.
