In their first non-Springsteen epsiode, James and Kit take a diversion to the miserable hellscape of 1977's UK, and the sonic dirty bomb that is Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sex Pistols. Expect exuberance, love, a deep dive into the nature and power and limitations of offensive art, and more swearing than normal, as befits the source material. Enjoy or die, as Johnny Rotten might have said before becoming a MAGA fuckhead.