UMBILICAL NOOSE

Chances are that your copy of In Utero is sitting on a shelf somewhere, the walls between the pits of data wearing away slowly. It will one day be a mirror that makes no sound.

I pulled my copy out a couple of nights ago, and listened from start to finish.

And there it was again. The 18th Century repulsion at the physicality of birth, and the 19th Century horror at being born.

And, oh, the 20th Century.

Really, In Utero is already a mirror that makes no sound...