festivals at which killings were common and mass orgies part of the ritual

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Quoting the Beatles’ press officer, Derek Taylor said: "It’s incredible. Here are these four boys from Liverpool. They’re rude, they’re profane, they’re vulgar, and they’ve taken over the world. It’s as if they had founded a new religion. They’re completely anti-Christ. I mean I am anti-Christ as well, but they’re so anti-Christ, they shock me." To accept Lennon’s “freer” society of nudity, sex on demand, pornography, and drugs is to accept anarchy, slavery, and death. While protesting the corruption and drug messages we should encourage record companies to emphasize the higher, purer, and warmer themes of life. God, home, country, true love, caring, faithfulness, work ethic, study ethic, honesty are in. Perversion of all forms is out ... Pink Floyd suggesting suicide, the Village People preaching homosexuality, Prince advocating incest and lewdness, Alice Cooper singing about making love to the dead, and Dr. Hook making love to boys and animals ... Johnny Rotten’s “Anarchy in the U.K.” went to the top of the charts. The song says that he is an anti-Christ, and an anarchist who desires to kill and “bring anarchy in the U.K.” Punk rock nearly brought anarchy to the USA, too! John W. Hinckley, Jr. was hooked on punk rock, he attended a concert by his current favorite, a punk rock group called the Kamikaze Klones, who played such songs as “Death Can Be Fun,” and “Psycho Killer.” ... Disco rock is sometimes referred to as “sex rock” although rock music also is certainly “sex rock.” Pornography set to music is an apt definition of disco rock. ... Now we can better understand Paul McCartney’s remark in early 1965, “We probably seem to be anti-religious because of the fact that none of us believe in God.”

"If you get Sohoitis, you will stay there always day and night."

 

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The Colony Room Club at 41 Dean Street was originally the first-floor reception room of a domestic dwelling built in 1731 though now much altered. The space retained its domestic proportions which is perhaps why people felt so at home there. Muriel sat perched on a high chair at the far left of the bar, next to the door, head tilted back to display her fine aquiline nose, imperiously waving a cigarette in a long holder as she barked ‘Members only!’ at anyone she didn’t recognize. This was quickly followed by ‘Fuck off!’ if they did not turn immediately to leave, followed by ‘Get a face-lift on the way.’ Members, however, were welcomed with an endearing: ‘Hello, cunty!’ She was a formidable presence; one afternoon a local gangster entered the club looking to set her up for protection money but he had barely announced his purpose before Muriel screamed: ‘Fuck off, cunt!’ so loudly that he backed out of the door and down the stairs.

Screaming Lord Sutch Jack-the-Rippering to the thunder of steel guitars

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Alexis Korner and Cyril Davies, who had, for years, run a very dedicated scene called the Blues and Barrelhouse Club, now opened in the Moist Hoist, a notoriously evil cellar opposite Ealing Tube Station. They opened with amplifiers full on and Dick Heckstall-Smith on tenor. Something was happening to the sincerity and authenticity cult. The group moved to the Marquee fairly quickly where they attracted not only mods but also an even more sophisticated crowd from the art schools. Purple hearts appeared in strange profusion. Bell bottoms blossomed into wild colours. Shoes were painted with Woolworths lacquer. Both sexes wore make-up and dyed their hair. The art students brought their acid colour combinations, their lilacs, tangerines and lime greens from abstract painting. The air in the streets and clubs was tingling with a new delirium. The handful of art-student pop groups appeared, with their louder, more violent music, their cultivated hysteria, their painful amplifiers, the Rolling Stones, the Pretty Things, the Kinks. 'Kinky' was a word very much in the air. Everywhere there were zippers, leathers, boots, PVC, see through plastics, male make-up, a thousand overtones of sexual deviation, particularly sadism, and everywhere, mixed in with amphetamines, was the birth pill. The established business world, the square commercial world, the promoters, the deathwishers, were completely out-distanced. All they could do was run to keep up, for unless they could keep up an appetite for living might emerge.