When first approaching
The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle, it's best not to think of it as a
Sex Pistols album; rather, keep in mind that it's the soundtrack to a movie that was mostly about
Malcolm McLaren and only tangentially concerned the great band he managed. Only eight of the twenty-four songs on
The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle feature the same band as on
Never Mind the Bollocks, and most of those capture them stomping through covers in the studio, sometimes to impressive effect (
Johnny Rotten sounds positively feral on
the Who's
"Substitute" and the whole band tears into
"(I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone" with malicious glee) and sometimes not (
Rotten reveals he doesn't know the words to either
Chuck Berry's
"Johnny B. Goode" or
Jonathan Richman's
"Roadrunner," and the band's familiarity isn't much greater). A live take of the
Pistols roaring through
"Belsen Was a Gas" is exciting, but sounds as if
Rotten and the rest of the band were traveling in very different directions, and it's not hard to imagine why he quit the group after the show.
Steve Jones and
Paul Cook offer up a few tunes of their own, which lack the danger of the cuts with
Rotten but confirm they were the backbone of a solid, scrappy rock band, and if
Tenpole Tudor isn't much of a singer, on his numbers he delivers an impressive degree of sheer eccentricity. But a large percentage of the album is devoted to jokey material tied into the movie -- orchestral versions of
"EMI" and
"God Save the Queen," a French busker performing
"Anarchy in the UK" en Francais, train robber
Ronnie Biggs attempting to sing, and
Malcolm McLaren ascending to show biz heaven with a cover of
Max Bygraves'
"You Need Hands." And while
Sid Vicious sounds like a good if unexceptional
rock & roll shouter on a pair of
Eddie Cochran covers, his inarguably remarkable version of
"My Way" shows the man was incapable of comprehending the irony of his situation, and sadly sounds like the work of a kid destined to die young.
Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols was the sound of a hydrogen bomb being dropped on your head, and
The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle collects some of the debris left after the explosion; parts are brilliant, but it's ultimately a padded and slightly depressing look at a great band in collapse. ~ Mark Deming
