Hello? Right. Well...uh... As we normally don't bother - ooh! It's nearly 9 o'clock, so um, what I'd like to do first just for a change in the hope that the atmosphere will be more domestic after we introduce ourselves - we're Throbbing Gristle, and you can't see her, but over in the corner is Cosey Fanni Tutti, who plays lead guitar, and then with his black suit everybody, just about there, is Chris Carter who plays the keyboards, synthesizer and machines, and then watching the television in the corner is Sleazy, and uh...my name's David Brooks. And we usually play around 60 minutes.

Tonight...is family night.

It's always the same as last time. It's always the same. You do everything you can. It's always the same at the end of it. Go home and nobody's there. Door's open. Cats looks at you. No food. News and the breakfast. Cook it different next time. Maybe after Christmas. Maybe after January 4th. Maybe if you sit in your bed long enough and watch the television it'll change. Even the picture goes. Even the picture goes. Even the picture goes...