Master MAS CD001. 1990
My copy pre-dates the 'explicit lyrics' gumph on the cover.
This is, frankly, fucking dreadful.
I think my ex must have bought it after the first time we saw them live. It was an outstandingly brilliant spectacle, which left us coloured pink for weeks from the torrent of fake blood. I remember walking around town the following weekend, you could tell who'd been to the gig. They weren't so good the second time around, but that could be down to us knowing what to expect. I had the hots for Slymentra Hymen pretty bad.
How do you hide money from a hippy? Hide it under the soap!
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