MY ENGINES DIE

Guilty pleasure.

The Ghost in You—Psychedelic Furs

This bunch had all the superficiality you’d expect from the bastard offspring of PiL John Lydon and solo Bryan Ferry.

It’s right there in the name, people: Psychedelic. Furs.

But boy, did this one work its melancholic magic on an 18-year old cruising around in his friendly green Maverick, trying to forget a Nancy…