Sid Vicious, “Sid Sings” (Virgin, 1979)
On the cusp of his assassination-by-syringe at the hands of Nancy’s drug-dealing admirers, the man leads a veritable Hall-of-Fame team of NYC punk junkies through a Stooges/Dolls-oriented selection of punkrock chestnuts (J. Thunders is audible from time to time). A perennial candidate for Worst Record Ever, according to closet moralists, this record is actually pretty great – a snarling, nihilistic buzzsaw grind that sounds like it was recorded in a slaughter-house (or the toilet in CBGB’s).
Try 1/ 2, 1/ 4, 2/ 5 (most intros & between-song patter)