This is a goode example. I hadn't heard a note from them, only read a couple of quality reviews. It was a the time when I really began to feel what is was like to have left my home village, and moved into a students' flat, with small individual bedsitters, quite noisy, strange
...and there was the shock of the new: punk didn't just fizzle out to make room for same old, same old (prog, country rock, what have you), but it mutated into musical reflections of (post)modernity (my feelings), alienation, and having somehow to adjust myself to my new surroundings.
A weird and wonderful time, that brought many fruits, with hindsight.
Seeing the PU cover for the first time, I just knew
it had to be odd, but good music. And the contents were just what it said on the can.
Also, I became a fan of Mik Mellen's photography for Ubu in general.