like propaganda, PiL always reminds me of linda lawrence djing at the 1270 in the mid 80s. the very first person, the first REAL DJ who expressed to me that you were either telling a story with the records you spun or you were just a goddamn fucking juke box. you would leave thursday nights thinking about what was played- really thinking about it, really experiencing the atmosphere the music , the people and the times created just for you if you were open and willing to hear. i never danced so much in my life nor ,sadly, as much since.
relativity or insignificance? who can say?