Nothing is sweeter than a lubricant.

The unfortunate Vaselines formed in epic and chilly Scotland in 1986, a year when Eugene Kelly, one fine day, said to childhood friend Frances McKee: "Hey, why don't we start an indie pop band? I'll be the male voice and you the female, kinda like the Pixies, not that anyone cares about them now. But we'll throw in some synths too, and maybe get the frontman of the Pastels to give us a hand."
And Frances replied, softly: "Me gusta esta historia, but enough with the acid, Eugene."

So, after a couple of EPs and an LP for Rough Trade, the Vaselines decided, given the substantial failure of the project (especially economically), to break up like a popsicle in August. A timely Kurt Cobain meanwhile fell in love with the (few) tracks produced and decided he absolutely had to do something for them. Damn.
The Vaselines were called to open for Nirvana's concert in Edinburgh, delivering a performance worthy of the good old days. But the union between our guys and the most prominent group from the Seattle scene didn't end there: during the famous MTV Unplugged, Nirvana played with furious Lo-Fi zeal the idiosyncratic Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam, and included two other covers (Molly's Lips and the stunning Son Of A Gun) in Insecticide.
The fame of the Vaselines stops here.
The Way of the Vaselines: A Complete History, is nothing more than a collection of all their tracks.
The chef recommends, as a tasting, the stunning You Think You're A Man, the track the Velvet Underground would have written if Nico had been given a synthesizer. You'll love it.

To be listened to in front of the window during a fall thunderstorm to remind yourself that, ultimately, even raindrops don't like their job.

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