I have to admit that, ahead of this show, I did have a sense of trepidation about the whole thing. Arriving an hour before show time to a half-full venue didn’t help either. That being said, if you’d asked me twelve months ago who I thought the perfect frontman for the Sex Pistols in 2024 would be, there could only be one answer… Frank Carter. So, what did I expect of tonight? Well, I expected exactly what I got. A room full of grown-up Sex Pistols fans with a smattering of younger fans either here with their parents or here because of the “Frank Carter Factor.” There were a few mohawks on show, but the whole thing felt a lot more, dare I say it, grown-up than their tabloid front-page antics from the ’70s. However, by the time the band arrived on stage, the Academy was packed to the rafter...