Clan Of Xymox - Medusa (1986)
I never thought I'd grow up to be the kind of person who liked bands with goofy names and line-ups consisting of anorexic guys in eyeliner, but here I am. You can attribute my aversion to the ridiculousness of it all: elder goth pretension, Victorian aesthetic, pseudo-paganism synchronized with modern technology, and the overall notion that a few alienated people felt the need to mimic Bela Lugosi just to fit in. And yet when I listen to this album, I feel compelled to dye the cat black and break into my mother's make-up kit. Invoke some of the same sentiments this Halloween weekend.