I used to see them in DC in '86-'87 and they had the mute go-go freak and she was amazing to see in all the multiple strobes
and smoke machines and general fire that was going on. (the girl drummer who quit after this period had what was
thought to be an aneurysm but turned out to be strobe light induced seizures.)
Seeing the buttholes then was like doing acid before i had ever tried it.
complete blissfull disorientation and not like any mosh pit i had ever been in before.
They really did go on to supremely disappoint and I was so offended by their output I wrote them off
til I read their chapter in "Our Band could be your Life" (completely necessary reading).
This once again made it possible to spin the rembrandt pussyhorse
and I am a better man for it.