On a Bauhaus trip today... woke up with Silent Hedges playing in my head, then my internal mental radio station ran through the entire back catalogue.
Damn, I loved this band!
Ahh, fond memories of being off my tits at 2am, all dressed up in black at the local Goth club.
Edit: usually after playing a gig. I'd be too wired to head home, and Goth clubs were the only place to hear decent music and ogle UPODs (Urban Princesses Of Darkness). And here's a photo. Back when I was a lean, mean death metal boy.
Edit the second: just realised I was wearing my inverted rosary. Fuck I loved that little bit of satanic tat.