THE IMMORAL MAJORITY
was the product of an amphetamine fueled evening of deprivation in about 1891 or 1981, which ever came later. The plan was for Malcolm to yell his amphetamine driven poetry over a totally unformed backing using musical instruments, I say using not playing, the backing and poetry was designed to irritate, (and it did) we only played live (you cant rehearse when you don't have any music) all we needed were like minded musicians, immediately I called upon Paul, who to this day maintains that the 1 gig we did before he joined was one of the best things he's ever seen, with Malcolm in a white wedding dress, a random selection of people (from the audience and the other bands who were on that night) wandering onto the stage area picking up whatever came to hand and joining in, I honestly have no recollection of this as I was completely wasted, I believe I played guitar and drums, I don't even remember the custard pie fight we had at the end of our set, Paul filled me in later. We also drafted in Mally who was the ideal bass player , so we set about doing as many gigs as we could get, though once we started playing often we began to form songs, and eventually it did become musical, I might put some up here one day , its all on cassette tapes, over there, in the corner, by the turtle.We had the plug pulled out of the wall to shut us up whilst Mal not Mally Mal Mal jeered about Thatchers education cuts to an audience of trainee teachers at a gig in a teacher training college( I have no recollection of that gig either), we built up a fine reputation as a support band, we would always make the headlining band sound good, we did have fans though who would come to our gigs religiously to see what stupid crap we would come up with and to join in, two audience members became our backing singers for a few gigs, it was a lot of fun, though I was pretty wasted most of the time. There are things which have resurfaced with Gonzoid from this era (Pronounced error). In terms of musical ability Paul was pretty much light years ahead of the rest of us, though it has to be said that Mally was a good bass player, that was part of what I think led to its demise, as we performed we became better musicians, eventually even I was becoming able to keep time, Mally was developing into a really tight punchy bass player, we even rehearsed! our confidence grew regarding stage presence as well. Mal not Mally Mal Mal's words were great, 'I Used To Be a Nice Boy But Now Im a Cunt', 'Come Down Come Down I've Got a Comedown', the classic 'Garstang Bus Station', 'Chase The Dragon' (Which defined the time where the tory government of Thatcher began turning a blind eye to all the heroin that was being imported as a way to stifle the 'punk rock rebellion')he wrote tribute songs to early 80's scottish pop queen Sheena Easton and another mourning the death of Crossroads character Arthur Brownlow, he wrote what he saw through those bullet proof glass thick spectacles he wore,
About Malcolm;
He never cleaned his teeth and this led to them being quite green, with yellow crud between them, he lost all his teeth later that decade, he never took to the false ones they gave him and did without. Recent sightings reflect his sight has worsened and he is now all but blind. He was a really nice guy and we all enjoyed having him around, he was pencil thin and wore huge goldfish bowl spectacles. He would happily wear anything clothes wise, and I mean anything, he was at the time working in the local record shop, the only one where you could go and hang out listening to the latest releases, and they didn't hassle you, We all met because of this record shop, though it later served a darker purpose in Malcolm's life at this point he had about 5 million credibility points for working there( the shop was called 'ear ere', and it was my home from home for a while, every day after school it would be like a social club for us, there wasn't a great deal for youths to do in the late 70's before computer games and cheap goods. So we used to hang out there smoking and listening to punk records.)
I left to live in Athens in 1984, the immoral's carried on for a while but then they went their separate ways.