Perry Farrell had a new band, and they were playing in the desert outside of L.A.
This is quite simply a great post-punk album: a little poppy but hooky as hell.
The bad thing about being a teenager in a Black Sabbath t-shirt or gazing at your Capezios through lumps of eyeliner is that you have to hide in the closet all of […]
This is a dangerous album cover. When it was released in 1988 various churches and parent groups got all bent out of shape. Oddly this was because they assumed that the there was […]