Iggy Pop - The Idiot
Great atmospheres, amazing production and dynamics that take you by the throat and then seduce you into submission. When, as a teenager, I shared a bedsit in Earls Court with Alex Paterson, we had a dansette that would replay the record automatically once it had finished. This – and a strategically placed book shelf – was the only privacy we had if we had a girlfriend staying and wanted a shag. This album was a big favourite for that. We would fuck to it, go to sleep to it, and wake up to it the next morning.