Word, to cindersguy. Though, it doesn't matter. Most everything they did was gold. I heard about them when I was in high-school. I'm 42, now. My friend said, "This is music angels make." I've never looked back. We weren't goths or suburban kids, either. Oil Patch, babies. It touched us.
Shum, it was an interesting show. My party and I managed to get close to the stage, and there were drunken frat-boys there. They'd wandered in to the wrong place (This was Liberty Lunch, in early '90s Austin.) Liz asked that they be taken away. They were, and the show began.
When my husband got angry with me once, he destroyed this album, and "Blue Bell Knoll." That is how seriously I take Cocteau Twins.