
In the quarter of a century that the Teenage Cancer Trust has been putting on concerts at the Royal Albert Hall, over 300 bands have played over 132 shows, helping raise over £ 34 million for the charity. Cancer is something that unfortunately will pretty much affect all our lives in some way during our time on this planet and even though tonight I’m ultimately here to see Frank Carter fronting the Sex Pistols it’s why I also don’t mind breaking my ceiling limit for a gig ticket to in turn maybe help someone through their battle with this horrible group of diseases.
Anyway, once through the doors tonight my immediate take on the event and venue is they are both very impressive indeed, everyone from the door staff to the people collecting money for the charity are all happy to have a spot of playful banter and I’m in and out of the merch section (t-shirts ranging between £20-£30) with a handful of booty in double quick time. Given that this event sold out pretty much on the day the tickets were released, we managed to pick up a couple last minute, in the second-tier boxes, and I must say that the service afforded at this level is not too dissimilar to that at a Riu hotel, exceptional.
Everything runs like clockwork at these events too, and as such, bang on 7:30 after a brief introduction from a duo of Absolute Radio DJs I get to sample The Molotovs for the very first time. Not to be confused with the band of the same name singed to Fierce Panda back in the noughties, this lot are formed around the brother/sister duo of Mathew on guitar and vocals and Issey Carts on bass and specialise in the type of spikey late ‘70s mod revival choons that made The Jam household names. By the amount of Molotovs shirts visible here tonight they’ve certainly made a big impression in a relatively short space of time, and with debut single ‘More More More’ only hitting the shelves this week, it’s extraordinary to see some fans already mouthing every word to the likes of ‘Johnny Don’t Be Scared’ (I’m not, ouch) and ‘Today’s Gonna Be Our Day’ which bookend their short, sharp set. There’s even time to give Bowie’s ‘Suffragette City’ a mod makeover, much to my travelling companion’s chagrin (Mrs H is something of a Bowie purist), but it fits right in with the band’s own material, so kudos to them for making the song their own. Expect to see The Molotovs everywhere during the rest of 2025.

“I didn’t think they’d put that up,” laughs Kid Kapichi frontman Jack Wilson as he seems genuinely surprised that the band’s ‘kissing’ Putin/Trump backdrop is glaring out from the huge video screen hung up directly in front of the Albert Hall’s monumental grand organ. The Hastings four piece are certainly not afraid to wear their politics on their sleeves, and out on the road promoting their eclectic third album ‘There Goes The Neighbourhood’ they are right at the forefront of a movement of young UK bands eager to speak their minds when it comes to subjects like Brexit, racism and austerity. The guys waste no time kicking up a racket either, ploughing straight into the likes of ‘Artillery’, ‘Can EU Hear Me’ and ‘Rob The Supermarket’, along with the tune that first introduced me to the band, ‘New England’. Sadly, there’s no Bob Vylan on hand to guest on the mid-section tonight, but Dumb Bhoys Fishing Club add their own twist to proceedings in fine fashion. Kid Kapichi are one of those great British bands that straddle genres and defy being labelled with a genre, one minute they are heavy as Black Sabbath, the next the chorus has you singing your head off like you are watching Blur and it’s all topped off with a frontman who comes from the Terry Hall school of cool too. I’ve waited a long time to see Kid Kapichi live and the lads certainly did not disappoint. I just need to witness them in a headline capacity now.
Talking of which, before we get to our headliners tonight there’s a reminder of the great work that the Teenage Cancer Trust does for young people around the UK via a short film looking at their fantastic work, with some of the patients featured in the film then joining the Absolute Radio DJs on stage for a gigantic selfie with the Albert Hall audience this simply reinforces why, outside of the music itself, many are here tonight, to make this event a total sell out.
A friend of mine commented recently that there could possibly be more people in the Albert Hall when you go to see Sex Pistols with Frank Carter than saw the Sex Pistols back in the whole of 1976/77, and you know what, he’s probably not far off the mark. So for all the “there’s no Pistols without Johnny,” and “I saw them back in ’77” (yeah right) rhetoric that seems to make social media such a toxic and divisive place these days, when you look at the demographic of tonight’s crowd, for every one of those keyboard warriors there’s an army of younger people who weren’t just not born when ‘Never Mind The Bollocks’ was released, but also not born when ‘Orchestra Of Wolves’ was released, just waiting to snap up a ticket for tonight’s headliners in their place. The mix of young and old is something that is certainly not lost on Frank Carter as he enters the mosh pit for the first time tonight, the frontman urging the crowd to create the largest circle pit the Albert Hall has ever seen (I’d guess its possibly the first its ever seen too) during a mid-set ‘Silly Thing’, whilst making sure the audience leave just enough room for his “ego” (his words, not mine) at the very eye of the storm.
Look, if I’m totally honest I miss John Lydon fronting the Pistols just as much as the next person, but for the band to function here in 2025 Paul Cook, Steve Jones and Glen Matlock needed a shot of something different to make them smile and enjoy their Pistols legacy once more, and in Frank Carter they have found their man. From opener ‘Holidays In The Sun’ through to the euphoric show closing ‘Anarchy In The UK’, the bloke doesn’t stand still for a second, he might be dressed like he’s up on a charge and just off to court, but the ear to ear grin on his face when he spits out the lyrics to the likes of deeper ‘Bollocks’ cuts like ‘Seventeen’ and ‘New York’ along with single B-sides ‘Satellite’ and ‘No Fun’ speaks volumes about his love of the band he’s honoured to now be a part of.
‘Pretty Vacant’ sees Carter take his first of many trips into the audience (like he’s always done in all the bands he’s fronted) whilst his crowd walking/standing technique during a ferocious ‘Bodies’ (“this is my favourite song” he declares) is up there with an in his prime Iggy Pop, make no mistake. Which rather conveniently brings me back to ‘No Fun’ and the band introductions segment where each member of the band got their chance to shine, and Steve Jones chooses to play out a series of feedback Morse code notes, laughing his head off in the process. That’s the spirit within the Sex Pistols right now, and it’s rather wonderful to witness it. Then, via a tale of admiration for the guitarist, Carter coaxes Jonesy into admitting that this is his first time inside the Albert Hall, and he’s headlining the place in front of over 5,000 people. Who said you can’t still be winning at things in life even when you are almost seventy years of age, eh?
If I could have had a version of ‘Submission’ added to the set list too it would have rounded off a perfect night, and whereas I was perhaps looking at this gig as drawing a line under all matters Sex Pistols it’s got me looking at some of their other shows now too.
All in all then tonight was another fantastic success for everyone involved, it even made the nightmare detour laden road trip back to Wales seem worthwhile. Motorways? Who needs them eh? God save the Sex Pistols and God save the Teenage Cancer Trust.
Author: Johnny Hayward
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