I'm listening to the self titled now, for the first time in a while, and damn is it great. One of those albums that always surprises me by again surpassing my memories of its awesomeness. Also, The Good and the Bad rocks so hard that it makes me wish Thurston would play bass on a few more tracks, just out of interest...
The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.