John lydon

Boff Whalley: 'In defence of anarchy'

It's the catch-all term that's being used to describe this week's riots. But is this really anarchy? Not even close, says Chumbawumba's Boff Whalley, a self-professed anarchist

Letter from the editor: A print venture making tracks

It’s Disco Dave’s birthday today. You won’t see his name alongside celebrities such as Carol Channing or Johnny Rotten but Dave is nevertheless worthy of mention as an important member of i’s rapidly growing family.

The A-Z of progressive rock

It was meant to have ended with punk. But the much-maligned musical genre, with its protracted guitar solos and pretentious album titles, is back. So do you know your Atomic Rooster from Van Der Graaf Generator? Let Jonathan Brown be your guide

Album: Public Image Ltd, Metal Box: 30th Anniversary Remastered

While John Lydon's cultural impact will always be measured by his time with the Sex Pistols, his artistic reputation is more reliant on his subsequent work with Public Image Ltd, most notably the groundbreaking Metal Box, which borrowed the reggae sound-system notion of earth-shaking 12-inch dubplates, three of which were included in the circular tin.

Best music books for Christmas

Books on classical music are these days as rare as hens' teeth. Indeed, only Faber, with its links to Benjamin Britten, features at least one title per season. And for the true Britten aficionado (or those whose curiosity was piqued by The Habit of Art), there's John Evans's Journeying Boy: The Diaries of the Young Benjamin Britten (£25). Of broader appeal is Susie Gilbert's Opera for Everybody: The Story of English National Opera (Faber, £25). The company, product of late Victorian philanthropy, began life at the Old Vic and Sadler's Wells before settling at the Coliseum in the 1960s – a people's opera to rival Covent Garden. Thatcherism inflicted more damage than two world wars, and it has never entirely recovered.

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Steven Wells: Journalist celebrated for his 'ranting poetry' and

Few cancer memoirs have happy endings. Nine days before his death from enteropathy-associated T-cell lymphoma, the British journalist and pop, sport and political polemicist Steven Wells – "Swells" to all who knew him personally – wrote his last column for the Philadelphia Weekly. In it, he struggled to sum up his life's work as a socialist and moralist of unbending principle, tempered, but never contradicted, by an outrageous gift for tragicomic fantasy and verbal fireworks.

Hit & Run: The faces don't fit

When a world-famous celebrity decides to endorse an insurance company, the chances are it's not because they've saved 100 quid on their home contents cover. More likely, they've been offered a considerably larger sum for approximately half a day's work. How else to explain Iggy Pop's bizarre appearance in a new advertising campaign for Swiftcover? In the television commercial, the perenially topless Mr Pop explains that his crazy life leaves him little time or patience for paperwork., however, stores all his information securely online without him having to think about it: "Get a life!" he orders us, "Get Swiftcovered!"