The Big Interview

STILL ROTTEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

Britain was wilting in its worst heat wave since 1976. John Lydon wasn’t. Meeting Lydon in his home—even by Zoom—is a singular experience. The room behind him looks less like a sitting room than a curio shop: Union Jack flags hung sideways, an Arsenal scarf, two enormous ornate mirrors, a red folding screen, and a mantel crowded with little stone pitchers, books, terra-cotta bowls, photographs, and primitive-looking portraits handed to him by fans at Public Image Ltd. shows.