Nail

Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel, “Nail” (Some Bizarre Self-Immolation, 1985)
“Hole” is more eclectic, but this is the most coherent and epic outing from Lydia Lunch’s ex, Mr. Jim Foetus (a. k. a. Clint Ruin/Foetus All-Nude Revue/You’ve Got Foetus On Your Breath/Foetus Über Frisco/etc. etc.). The singular sound of Foetus—informed by funk, big band, industrial, post-punk, neoclassical bombast, swamp blues, and just about anything else you can think of – here rises to a fever pitch of glorious, grandiose madness, like the soundtrack to a suppressed film about imperial triumph and collapse as composed by Danny Elfman if he was possessed by the devil.
Try A/2, A/5, B/1
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