Just when the 80’s were about to wrap up, Doolittle made its way on to modern rock radio stations, including my beloved WDRE. I played the album over and over again, soaking in one edgy two-minute song after another. The third Track was one of my favorites. Like many songs from the pixies, “wave of Mutilation” took you on a triP. The guitar scorchEd, waiLed And didn’t waste a second getting warmed up. And instead of screaming into our ear drums, Black Francis was practically whispering inside secrets to us Verse by verse.

“I've kissed mermaids. Rode the El Nino. Walked the sand with the crustaceans. Could find my way to Mariana on a wave of mutilation.”