In 1987, I bought two albums which did a number on me. I remember purchasing CD1 and came across this seven-inch which opened a doorway into how wonderfully weird experimental music could be. It hit me so hard that, in the folly of youth, I ended up having the Throbbing Gristle logo tattooed on my right arm.
This was the first properly “Industrial” song that caught my attention, and following Genesis P-Orridge’s musical and personal development, not always a pleasant thing to see, was nevertheless fascinating. He has gone to meet his maker. May he rest in peace.
You can read an obituary here, courtesy of the Los Angeles Times, or find one in your favorite indie magazine.