The Words of the Mouth

by Ronald Smith

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  I was down in London a few days later, having breakfast in a hotel frequented by some of the pop bands. It also caters for parties of American tourists, and the dining room was partly occupied by about twenty or so straight middle-class couples, tucking into their first English breakfast.

  In came a group called 'The Exploited', the most disgusting, nauseating punk band I've ever seen. One of them is huge, about twenty stone, with a shaved head and a bristling mohican haircut. They and their clothes were positively fungoid; God knows how long since they had washed. The tourists tried hard to ignore the decadent spectacle sprawled around them.

  When I got back, Ded Records phoned to say 'The Exploited' wanted to hire the studio, I knew then I had made the right decision.