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THE MARQUEE, LONDON —"Hurry up, they're having an orgy on stage," said the bloke at the door as he tore the tickets up. I waded to the front and straightway sighted a chair arcing gracefully through the air, skidding across the stage and thudding contentedly into the PA system, to the obvious nonchalance of the bass drums and guitar.
THG BGAT GOGS On
Sex Pistols Squirt the Issue
THE MARQUEE, LONDON —"Hurry up, they're having an orgy on stage," said the bloke at the door as he tore the tickets up.
I waded to the front and straightway sighted a chair arcing gracefully through the air, skidding across the stage and thudding contentedly into the PA system, to the obvious nonchalance of the bass drums and guitar.
Well I didn't think they sounded that bad on first earful — then I saw it was the singer who'd done the throwing.
He was stalking round the front rows, apparently scuffing over the litter on the floor between baring his teeth at the audience and stopping to chat with members of the group's retinue. He's called Johnny Rotten and the monicker fits.
Sex Pistols? Seems I'd missed the cavortings with the two scantily clad (plastic thigh boots and bodices) pieces dancing up front. In
fact, I only caught the last few numbers; enough, as it happens, to get the idea. Which is...a quartet of spiky teenage misfits from the
.Joseph Stevens