Here’s the thing on Great Slave, though. I always hated the name Bubaiskull. It was originally a name we made up for a joke metal band, then Tim Brennan refused to play with us unless we used it. Then he quit the band after one show. But that one show was so well received we got another one, and then we were stuck with the name no one could pronounce or spell. It wasn’t so much that I wanted labels to accept us as that I didn’t want what we were doing to be dismissed out of hand because of an ungainly, incomprehensible name.

Great Slave originated as a side project Tim and I talked about. We were going to sock ourselves away at his parents’ cottage for a couple of months and do new stuff based around Killing Joke, the first Death Cult record, the Birthday Party, and the first couple of PIL records. It was going to be tribal and spaghetti-westerny, and the name “Great Slave,” in my mind, was supposed to evoke Swans, not (the band) Great White (as, in retrospect, it was bound to do.)

In the end we just used it to rename the existing band, which was dumb. I remember after our first gig with the new name, Tracy coming up to me and saying, “Hey Chris, Great Slave - good name.” (Logan brightens, is about to say “Thanks, man.”) “FOR A LAKE.” (Logan is deeply embarrassed and wishes to melt into floor.)