Flesh, the first of a trilogy that included Trash and Heat (1969 and 1970 respectively), is likely the best-known (and most enjoyable, continuity-wise).
Dave Smalley has been setting the standard for sensitive rock/punk/pop/hardcore for a dozen years, and this new record just pushes the genre even further.
The cellblock was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The warden swung around angrily. “Awright, who dropped that pin? Somebody spoiling to be expurgated?”
These guys peel all the listener-friendly artifice off rock in search of the kind of purity that repels major label A&R reps. No wonder Albini likes ’em.