I drove from LA to SF on the 1 to see my grandmother in the spring of 92. Watching the California coast go by while repeatedly listening to this record is one of my fondest memories. Saw them at the Palace in Hollywood that same month. I don’t remember anything other than staring at Miki the whole time and that the Flaming Lips opened for them.
I still listen to Lush at least a few times a year. Love ’em.
