This is one of the 80s bands that not only aged well but got better with time. Their early output still doesn’t interest me much musically (or in any other way) but they developed something bigger later on. It’s in the way that their songs explore that connection between religious and sexual ecstasy, and that disturbing line between pleasure and pain. They took it to that place we don’t talk about in polite company, where fingernails gouging down the middle of the back or on the throat spark lightning flashes and the brain strokes and trances out and you speak in tongues when you come.

What’s the word? Maybe lurid… Lurid works.