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 […]
Since when is Industrial Music supposed to be romantic? When it’s performed by it’s inventors. Here’s Throbbing Gristle in a sublime moment.