The pioneers of punk rock do not quite burn Atlanta
As the four musicians straggled toward the plane at London's Heathrow Airport last week, it was clear from their appearance that they were not just another Top 40 act. They spat in the air, hurled four-letter words (the mildest was "scum") at the photographers and with malevolent glares set off shivers in their fellow travelers. Said one woman passenger in disbelief: "What are we flying with a load of animals?" No, just the Sex Pistols living up to their bad-boy reputation as the prophets of British punk rock.
Two nights later in Atlanta,...
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