Billy Idol is like a gleaming Mattel figurine of a punk rocker. He claims he earned his nickname for his ineptitude in school, not his looks, but who’s he kidding? It doesn’t matter that his music is essentially pop, it just makes him the father of all punk-pop and you can’t fault him for also being the father of a million five dollar pleather wristcuffs. Billy Idol is, in his own words, flesh for fantasy, if your fantasies happen to run towards studded leather. And you gotta say “daayymn, boy!” to that. Real punks are gross, but who doesn’t dream about a chiseled shiny one who wears clean leather and doesn’t neglect to freshen up his roots every two weeks?