Lol. Haven't heard that name in ages.
I used to bang on bits of scrap metal in a Coil-alike band in the mid-eighties. I was dressed in an old postal cape and secretly envious of the guy who got to blow the Tibetan thighbone.
We only did one concert. It was at a punk gig, but the punks - who could not pogo to our cacophony (though they did try, bless their hearts) soon grew restless.
It was impossible to tell whether the evening was a success or not.
After that, our lead singer/maker of grunts decided to become an ironic Barry White impersonator and everyone went their separate ways.
Good times.