I think that despite the SP connection, PiL are an acquired taste that either grows on you or doesn't. I can only listen to about 3 of their albums, this being one of them, because I can't tell if they're being experimental, or attempting to sound somewhat talentless, or if they really are without talent. Yes, the image is cool, and I know that Malcolm McLaren did a lot of promoting of the group as an art piece, but at times, a lot of times, the songs are just hard to listen to.
I think this album is pretty good, though. I made out with a girl to it, and I still think of that occasion when I here these tunes. It's one of those discs that I've had in my collection since I started collecting CDs, and it's not going anywhere. I've lost discs, worn discs out and repurchased them, sold them back to the record stores, garage sales and pawn shops. But, I will never part with this one. It's a fucking original.
Anyway, popped on the only b-side and 3 mixes. Good enough.
