Even though the passing years have given John Lydon the appearance of Claudio Lippi with a mohawk, the voice is still there, and the "End of World Tour," which stopped in Milan yesterday, proves it.
The latest album by Public Image Limited is a laborious piece of work (released after Lydon lost his wife Nora, who died after a long illness), dark, angry, and appropriately iconoclastic, as our man had accustomed us to with the Sex Pistols as Johnny Rotten.
A tight concert, an hour and a half of powerful bass and drums, oiled and precise like a connecting rod and piston, searing guitars and distorted bouzoukis, and a generous Johnny even with the "Fuck Off"s (I lost count at ten).
Final delirium on "Rise" with a thousand people shouting "ANGER IS AN ENERGY!".
In conclusion: the Maneskin, John Taylor, and their mothers on the boulevards dressed as Goldrake don't know a damn thing.
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