Full of dissenting and dislocated souls, probably 1977 is the last year with hope in freedom of conscience, the last attempted palingenesis, the most violent or, maybe, another revolutionary fiction. Taking over or taking orders, remembering Joe Strummer, but with an Eraserhead and in the spirit of Suicide' Frankie's teardrop, trying to sabotage the visual-grammar's cages. While Elvis dies the punk rises up with nihilist rage and in Italy a joyful carnivalesque subversion of power ends in armed struggle.