Low rating for this one, but I think that has a lot to do with the hive mind. Where all think alike, no one thinks very much. Feel me? Listen, and then go ahead and tell me that this Bag isn't one of the best ones you've heard. Walls > Jim > Jibboo are also great. And don't sleep on the Stash > Free. And, if you were there, you'd remember how special that Hood was. Drowned.

Sure, like most of Coventry, the vocals are, at times, horrendous, laughable, even cringe-worthy. But the playing was creative, uninhibited, even desperate. It was pure art at a time when even the artists themselves suspected they may never create as a unit again.