H, 1951: This is like a message in a bottle from a band trapped in rock purgatory, with the taste of success already sour in their mouth, unsure whether they even believe in heaven or hell, not sure how much longer they can stand the place they’re in, but too stubborn to give up, so they made more music expressing their thoughts, their feelings, no matter how unlovely. Yes. Here are a few of my favorite lines: “Who made up the myth / That we were born to be covered in bliss? / Who set the standard / born to be rich? / Such fine examples / skinny little bitch / Model, role model, roll some models in blood / Get some flesh to stick, so they look like us / I shit and I stink, I’m real, join the club.” If Henry Miller had formed a rock band in the nineties, it might sound exactly like this. “Immortality” is certainly an essential track.