I first heard this song, and about this band, when I worked for a production company in South Florida. One of the cameramen was a young married guy who was clearly infatuated with my fellow production assistant, a pretty blonde punk type. He played this song for us in his car on the way to a shoot. He was into really weird, loud music so I was surprised that this song was listenable, let alone so addictively creepy-sexy.

I always felt sort of sorry for him, the way he kept his home life so separate from his work life (for months I didn’t even know he was married) and the way he so obviously lusted after this friend of his. I don’t know if the attraction was mutual, but she did seem to enjoy playing with his emotions. This is definitely a tangent, but in a way it ties into what I find so appealing about Garbage and Shirley Manson in particular.

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