Makes the case for PiL as an institution rather than a relic.

What the world needs now in 2017 is indeed a Johnny Rotten-styled provocateur to jab his or her twisted finger into the hypocrisy and absurdity of our modern era.

Sometimes it takes a 20-year layoff to remind you what you love. This is PiL revitalized.

Sorting through the rubble allows us to find roughly 15-20 minutes of usable material across a record that clocks in just underneath the 50-minute mark.

9 isn’t quite a hack job, but it’s not quite art.

Has John Lydon taken his rage and defiance and sold out?

There may be no second acts in American life, but there are plenty in British punk rock.

John Lydon’s ultimate “fuck you” in the always contentious relationship held between audience and reformed punk.

Stripped down and Spartan in its instrumentation yet heavily engineered, the album can be seen as a progenitor of the post-rock subgenre.

Rhythm becomes ragged, serrated, a thing of danger rather than comfort.