Moved to post this by the flurry of activity around Alan Vega's 70th(!) birthday, including a vinyl release of Bruce's version from the Diamonds and Dust tour.

Has a weedy electronic keyboard sound ever married heart and soul with such divine results? One of the bravest performances I ever saw was by Suicide supporting the Clash at Aberdeen Music Hall braving a tsunami of phlegm and saliva from a crowd newly hip to the vile concept of gobbing.