I saw the Butthole Surfers DVD Blind Eye Sees All recently, a brilliant document of the kings of punk scatology playing live in Detroit in 1985. Their psycho-delic heyday, shortly before I discovered live music. A live performance which to my nostalgia appears clothed in insanely alluring garments, despite—or because of?—the shabby, humming filth. Their performance of '100 Million People Dead' (a contribution to P.E.A.C.E., a punk anti-war compilation, which I'd never heard before) pinned me to the sofa and obsessed me for days. Oddly, it made me think of my walk down the Ridgeway to Avebury last summer solstice.