epub or mobi, with thanks to the original sharer
“They
must have been a bunch of toughs assembled from the rougher end of Kilburn,
used to playing the sort of pub where women fight as well as the men. The singer,
using the microphone as if it was some form of surgical apparatus, sported a
curious Mohican haircut and a battered drape jacket. He looks like a greased
back, squat Lou Reed, but Lou Reed never looked quite as oppressive and
sinister as this. One side of his body is paralysed but this never seems too
overt up on the small stage. His suit is probably from Brixton Market and his
shirt and tie may just as easily have soup stains on them as not. He wears
black leather gloves just like Gene Vincent used to, chews gum constantly and
never opens his eyes. The other members of the band appeared to be wearing
sacking. One hesitated to push through the crowd in case a group of enthusiasts
were comparing flick knives in the stalls.”
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