I have fond memories of the album because my buddy Mark, who was also a Big Black and That Petrol Emotion enthusiast, would put it on when we were drunk and heading home across the Bay after a night of bar- and party-hopping in San Francisco. This was the mid-'80s. Mark had a early 1960s Volkswagen Beetle in which he had dropped a 1600cc engine. Early-'60s Beetles were manufactured with smaller engines. So the body and chassis on Mark's fire-engine red VW felt very light, almost like we were riding in fiberglass. He had good speakers.
Loaded, late at night, Mark would bat that Bug around turns and barrel us up the ramp to the Bay Bridge. And for some reason at that moment nothing sounded finer than "Under the House":
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