Pussy Galore 'Cum Into My Mouth' Live LP

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Great live LP of PG's infamous Mean Fiddler show in London in 1988.  Near Mint condition (vinyl and cover)

Label: N/A (Bootleg)
Catalog#: PUSSY-LP-666
Format: Vinyl, LP, Unofficial Release
Country: UK
Released: 1994
Genre: Rock
Style: Alternative Rock

Track Listing:
A1   White Noise          
A2   Knock Up        
A3   Brick        
A4   Slo Pig        
A5   Undertaker        
A6   Dick Johnson        
A7  ADWD#2        
A8  Handshake        
A9  Penetration        
A10 Sweet Little Hi-Fi        
B1   Evil Eye        
B2  Renegade        
B3  Alright        
B4  Let It Out

Here's a review of the show by John Peel!

"The band certainly attracts an outdoorsy sort of following. Just astern of me, rugged individualists in buckets were breaking things in a controlled but purposeful manner. Some playful sprite threw beer over my trousers.

The band was late starting. 'Talk Dirty,' someone shouted when the musicians did appear. Julia obliged. Pussy Galore played for 20 seconds then left the stage. 'Very New York,' I thought, hugging myself delightedly. Unfortunately, the effect was spoiled when, some five minutes later, the combo reappeared, Spencer having changed into an unpleasant shirt. The question popped into my mind, as it had at recent concerts by Pixies and Rapeman - who did Americans such as these vote for?

Another flurry of noise and Pussy Galore had gone again. Perhaps, I thought, they intended a set of such vignettes. A pretty notion too, if they could get away with it. Reappearing a second time and having nothing to say to us beyond hoarsely for beer, the quartet now embarked upon its performance power. Richly rewarding it was too.

The initial impression to those unfamiliar with the band's records would have been, I imagine, of undisciplined uproar and reasonable aggression, but a more informed listen would have revealed highly structured pieces of some complexity, through which wildly distorted quotes were whipped as though carried in the teeth of some mephitic gale. Was that 'Wild thing'? And 'Walk Don't Run'? This was, reason roared, much more to do with the realities of life in the US today than the cowpoke romanticism and song-of-the-working-man clod-hoppery infested American music.

Pussy Galore played a vicious street brawl of a set, leaving the impression that the band pursue a musical scorched-earth policy in the hope that the traditions on which they base their impressive music can never be used again."