What happens when you listen to the Throbbing Gristle "24 hours" boxset in 24 consecutive hours?:
It soon becomes apparent that Throbbing Gristle's secret weapon was not their homemade instruments (including a primitive sampler), nor P-Orridge's unique bass guitar technique, which one mortified critic compared unfavourably to that of a gorilla with its hands severed. It was P-Orridge's voice, a grating, Mancunian-accented whine that somehow manages to sound out of tune even when there is no apparent tune to be out of. His lyrics are no picnic either: gas chambers, murdering pregnant women and, on one occasion, a lengthy and disheartening improvisation about the Queen and Prince Philip having sex.