Gothic Sunrise by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Gothic Sunrise by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Copyright 2014 Jimmy Boom Semtex. All rights reserved. 

ISBN: 978-1-291-91419-1

Renford had an area of rough flats, houses, bars, clubs and shops where the alternative people lived and hung out, in a town within a town, where they covered their own backs and had a bit of fun. Most of these people were Goths, metal heads, tattoo collectors, freaks, disabled people and others at the edge of a society that was on the edge anyhow. A thriving subculture lived and breathed amongst the derelict buildings missing roofs, windows, doors and often gable end walls. Many basements and cellars gave excellent underground protection from the elements and from troublesome crims who passed through the area from time to time. Some Goths carried guns but not all; in stark comparison to the crims, drug dealers, druggies and other low lives whose very lives depended on firepower and offence/defence. Most people thought the Goths and associated folk were too weird to mess around with. Rumours circulated on Devil worship, black magic, ritual sacrifice, lesbian covens and a whole lot more sordid acts. Who knew if they were true? This in itself was a good defence against the uninvited. Only the people who took part knew the real truth, the rest was smoke and mirrors.

The main club in Renford where the alternative people went was called Gothic Night; other smaller clubs dotted the locality like Hell’s Gate, Sinister and Lucifer’s Place. Pubs and bars also occupied spaces on these dark streets, notorious places like Dead Central, Standing Stones and Zombie Palace. The Goths and heavy metal people bought their leather jackets, leather combat trousers, silver jewellery and other clothes from the underground market called Satan’s Armpit. It catered for the 'underground culture'. This had over three dozen stalls and shops, people dealing in exotic things, sex for sale, massage parlours, two tattooists and much more besides, to cater for the desires of an alternative population in this part of town.

These places never went out of business, cash wasn’t exchanged but items were still “sold” for things like unwanted jewellery, tour t-shirts (very rare and old), certain personal favours and for skills offered. A silver ring could be “bought” for a semi precious stone found in the mountains or a four pack of strong locally brewed beer for a CD from one of the underground (not underground as in the market, more like cult) bands that frequented the area. A thriving little community lived and breathed in the northern area of Renford giving the people some semblance of a normal life and the town a nice little subculture that was both feared and respected.

Some of the characters were: Denise, a middle aged a Goth who was full of tattoos showing all manner of shocking things. She had jet-black hair and a full figure that was accentuated in her tight black leather dress she always wore. What she did for a living was debatable. Then there was Jason who was in his thirties, a Goth guy who wore old gothic tour tops from when the original bands toured so long ago. His tops were worth a fortune but no one dared try and take them, Jason could handle himself with some little known Eastern Martial Arts. He was a musician and a writer amongst other things. Craig ran a shop selling old coins and dog eared postcards from a basement in the dark part of town; he was a fifty something Goth who knew everyone and their business. He helped many a person who had a problem and had contacts up and down the country, even in the occupied areas. Sandra was a widow from cancer that stole her dear husband when he was just twenty-two years old. They had just been married a year and she always had his photo on her and her flat was a shrine to him and what could have been. She specialised in painting artwork on the back of leather jackets and other art genres. Sandra was very pretty but chose to remain a widow and never love again; sex was a different matter though. Another character was Rolo because he was the biggest Goth in Renford, weighing in at twenty-eight stone and standing seven foot two. He was shaped like a guinea pig standing on its back two legs; he had a prodigious appetite and ate anything including live rats. He worked as security for various clients in the alternative quarter of town and as a minder when bands were on tour in the area. These were just a selection of some of the people who inhabited the gothic part of Renford; different parts of town had other characters that were equally interesting.

Music wise there were several quality bands that played heavy dark music which gave off negative energy that the alternative people loved. Bands like Gothic Sunrise who had a lead singer called Katie Kat who wrote the song lyrics and sang live, never failing to entertain her audience. Now and again she picked a nice looking lady from the fans and had lesbian sex on stage as the band played an instrumental track. She also fucked nice looking teenagers when her desire turned that way and was a real goer who looked the part in her gothic make up, alternative dresses, combat boots and lithe little body. When the Gothic Night venue had a battle of the Goth bands on, Katie Kat’s band always played and did well in the contest. Their main rivals were the Supersonic Snails, a guitar driven Goth metal band with a singer called Angie the Witch, a worthy rival to Katie Kat when it came to looks, singing and antics. The girls were friends but some very entertaining catfights had erupted over the years. Wounded pride in one or two band competitions created mini legends surrounding the two and their rival bands. A planned duet on stage had yet to go ahead, as had an even hotter live lesbian sex show with the two singers backed up by live music.