I saw the Sex Pistols over the top of Burtons (was it called Wood's then? It changed its name so often) in Plymouth at the end of '76 and I don't recall anyone say they were "sick of all the trite conventions of prevailing rock & pop orthodoxies".

Of course, I can't speak for the intelligentsia of Devon, but I think most of us were there just to jump up and down (you could hardly call it dancing) and have some fun. Nothing more thoughtful than that.

I'm wondering if Greg Dyke had anything to do with bringing the Pistols to Plymouth? He did introduce me to The Ramones at his "Implosion" on Union Street.

Nowadays I'll listen to anyone who can actually play their instrument, which does rule out a lot of Punk, and I can do that here in Glossop almost any night of any week.