Lowest of the Gene Pools.

Today, upon the return journey from the weekly club for alternate sexualities, we decided to take the trip home upon the bus, to minimise costs for the group, what with the taxi costing £50 a trip and them paying for it.
Things went smoothly upon arrival at the bus station in Taunton, so we got on the bus, assumed some seats at the back of the bus (as is usual).
Last on are two of THE MOST REVOLTING human beings I have ever encountered (i have seen some pretty unssavoury people in my life).
Case One was about 17 and wearing a baby pink flanelette hoodie, with the hood up, and INCHES of cheap make-up plastered on.
Case Two was equally bad, but clad in black velour, also...with the hood up.
So minding our own business we listened to music. Out of the corner of my eye i notice Case One eye up the contents of my bag and pockets. Noticing this, and the stench of Poundland Eau de Toilette I carefully informed my dear friend of these ratscallions by text message...discreet? yes.
The journey pressed on and our messages went on incognito and totally unnoticed.
Then their beef was sprung upon us when we were called "sad twats" for trying to exchange new music between ourselves.
My ears pricked up every so often as i recognized words commonly associated with abuse towards myself and friends. I made nothing of it, and realised quickly "say NOTHING and don't even acknowledge their insults because then they cannot even start to craft another set, and they will cease to do so".
As we reached Langport, the lady on the back row of seats with us got off the bus, giving Case One the bright idea for her and Case Two to fill the empty space.
Quickly they scuttled into place, Case One hesitantly sitting by my side. The putrid odour of unwashed clothes, stale fag smoke and very cheap perfume got the back of my throat.
Both of them fixated upon myself and my friend, as we sit there innocently listening away to music. They occasionally uttered acid words about us, thinking that we couldnt hear.
Shortly after we became engaged in conversation about philosophy,which involved of course, them listening into our conversation (probably trying to work out if our big wordy sentences were some kind of alien language). They probably thought we were Polish.
Their mouths gained new levels of wideness every time i quickly glanced over in their direction.
As we reached our destination I said to my friend "okay, we are getting off at the hospital bus stop to avoid them bloodying us in town"
Instantly as we approached said stop, Case Two stuck out it's wirey arm and pressed the buzzer. "Oh fuck" I thought to myself, they WILL get us for "starting" on them.
Case One ran off the bus, but Case Two slinked slowly out of the bus, with a slightly drugged gate. We got off the bus, cowered behind a bus shelter, and waited for the undesirables to scuttle off somewhere that wasn't our route home. Luckily, they headed off towards the hospital and into the scummy end of town.
Panic over, we evaded the most awful things I have ever encountered on a journey.
Never, ever will I sit at the back of the bus in an evening.

T H R O B B I N G G R I S T L E

I was introduced to Throbbing Gristle when I was just 13. By my best friend's Mother. She drew the curtains and dimmed the lights, as she dropped D.O.A The Third and Final Report, onto the record player. My friend came and sat on the bed with me, and her Mother disappeared into another room for some time. The sound began oozing out of the speakers, a motorik roar, and an ominous subsonic kick drum vibrated the furnishings. She had started the record on "Hamburger Lady", the vivid and somewhat disturbing tale of a burns victim. Genesis P Orridge's delay soaked vocals filtered around the room, massing into a terrifying wall of sound. I was fascinated. However, it was about 6 months later that my interest for them grew. Their music was like another world to me, a world that I could only listen to during the day because of how sinister some of their music was.
At huge contrast to the walls of industrial noise they created, their minimal electro-pop songs such as "United", "Hot on the Heels of Love" and "AB/7A", show the versatility of their music.
They broke ground, blended art with music, and sparked one of the biggest controversial reactions from the public in music history. And there probably won't be a time in my life, when the swoop of the Gristleizer, the screams of Genesis and Sleazy and Chris's distorted electronics will be missing.


DISCIPLINE:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8klW9trVTQ