Thunder Perfect Mind
Details
1992 CD UK United Dairies UD040CD
In jewel case
Track Listing
  1. Cold (23:27) [cmedd1161]
  2. Colder Still (33:19)
Personnel
Chris Wallis
Anita Plank
Alan Trench
Clive Graham
Konori Suzuki
Sleeve Notes
Steven Stapleton
David Tibet
Colin Potter
Chris Wallis
Rose McDowall
Anita Plank
Alan Trench
John Balance
Joolie Wood
Clive Graham
Konori Suzuki

PRODUCED, MIXED and EDITED by S. Stapleton
Engineered by Colin Potter
I.C.R. Studio, Tollerton, York
Winter 1991

Cover by Babs Santini
Calligraphy by Geoff Cox
Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
These small arms and white belly
And enormous undercarriage
The wax crayon illuminati
Our minds locked in dark sewer
Each finding less than before
Each counting the warm conclusions
Of the six buttons of sex appeal
Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
Sucked into a whole
The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
Our purpose for the one and only
Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
On a lolly covered felt
Shook with fear from lightning
Falling several times in the wrong place
Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
Each plied with coconut scissors
All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
With crystal canyons and opera myths -
Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
Over all-coloured mortar from way back when
This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
Reminds me of clotted cream
All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
Like a mind in labour
Bursting the waters of afterlife
Drenched in the warm hot river
Containing everything and nothing.

Thunder Perfect Mind 
Thunder Perfect Mind
Details
2001 CD UK United Dairies UD040CD
In digipak
Track Listing
  1. Cold (23:27)
  2. Colder Still (32:45)
  3. Cold (Miss Ticker Mix)* (6:05)
Personnel
Chris Wallis
Anita Plank
Alan Trench
Clive Graham
Konori Suzuki
Sleeve Notes
Steven Stapleton
David Tibet
Colin Potter
Chris Wallis
Rose McDowall
Anita Plank
Alan Trench
John Balance
Joolie Wood
Clive Graham
Konori Suzuki

PRODUCED, MIXED and EDITED by S. Stapleton
Engineered by Colin Potter
I.C.R. Studio, Tollerton, York
Winter 1991

Cover by Babs Santini
Calligraphy by Geoff Cox
Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
These small arms and white belly
And enormous undercarriage
The wax crayon illuminati
Our minds locked in dark sewer
Each finding less than before
Each counting the warm conclusions
Of the six buttons of sex appeal
Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
Sucked into a whole
The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
Our purpose for the one and only
Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
On a lolly covered felt
Shook with fear from lightning
Falling several times in the wrong place
Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
Each plied with coconut scissors
All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
With crystal canyons and opera myths -
Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
Over all-coloured mortar from way back when
This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
Reminds me of clotted cream
All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
Like a mind in labour
Bursting the waters of afterlife
Drenched in the warm hot river
Containing everything and nothing.

Thunder Perfect Mind 
Bandcamp
Reviews
One of the ironies of the music of Nurse with Wound is the fact that while Steven Stapleton rarely releases something untouched (hence different versions of CD, cassette and LP editions), he's continuously recycling older materials. This month, a newly packaged version of 1992's "Thunder Perfect Mind" is available, promised with new artwork and a new remix of "Cold". While TPM was billed as the sister album to C93's one of the same name, the two are musically unrelated. The first half of the original CD is "Cold," 23+ minutes of a choppy looped riff with loads of found sounds pasted in as effects or rhythmically matched, like the recurring glockenspiel sample which has appeared many times, reminding me vaguely of a Jaques Berrocal piece whose name I'm blanking on. "Colder Still" set the grounds for what was soon to become the played out rhythms and interworkings on both NWW albums 'Rock 'n Roll Station' and 'Who Can I Turn To Stereo?' but on TPM, however, the sound is deep, sparse and is beautifully drawn out to a solid 32¾ minutes. "Colder Still" begins thunderous and moves through various chilly and captivating moments throughout the duration, much like a surrealistic acid-trip influenced horror film score. It is indeed a trip. The Miss Ticker mix of "Cold" is this edition's bonus musical addition and honestly varies very little from shorter versions of "Cold:" "Head Cold" (from 'Large Ladies with Cake in the Oven') and "Steel Dream March of the Metal Men" (from the single of the same name and 'Crumb Duck' CD edition). It's got more grumblings, squeals, EKG sounds, drills, chainsaws and breaking bits, but once you hear that signature repetitious riff, the similarities take more promenance. Of all the versions this song has taken, "Miss Ticker" is now my favorite as it's the least irritating, most varied and includes a cute voice mail message from John Balance tagged on at the end. As for the new artwork promised in the press release, it's just a digipack with the same old booklet.

Jon Whitney
Thunder Perfect Mind
Details
2002 2x12" DE Streamline 1020
Black vinyl copies in gatefold sleeve
Track Listing
Side A
  1. Cold
Side B
  1. Cold (Miss Ticker mix)
Side C
  1. Colder Still (Beginning)
Side D
  1. Colder Still (Ending)
Personnel
Chris Wallis
Anita Plank
Alan Trench
Clive Graham
Konori Suzuki
Sleeve Notes
Steven Stapleton
David Tibet
Colin Potter
Chris Wallis
Rose McDowall
Anita Plank
Alan Trench
John Balance
Joolie Wood
Clive Graham
Konori Suzuki

PRODUCED, MIXED and EDITED by S. Stapleton
Engineered by Colin Potter
I.C.R. Studio, Tollerton, York
Winter 1991

Cover by Babs Santini
Calligraphy by Geoff Cox
Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
These small arms and white belly
And enormous undercarriage
The wax crayon illuminati
Our minds locked in dark sewer
Each finding less than before
Each counting the warm conclusions
Of the six buttons of sex appeal
Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
Sucked into a whole
The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
Our purpose for the one and only
Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
On a lolly covered felt
Shook with fear from lightning
Falling several times in the wrong place
Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
Each plied with coconut scissors
All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
With crystal canyons and opera myths -
Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
Over all-coloured mortar from way back when
This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
Reminds me of clotted cream
All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
Like a mind in labour
Bursting the waters of afterlife
Drenched in the warm hot river
Containing everything and nothing.

Thunder Perfect Mind 
Thunder Perfect Mind
Details
2016 December CD UK United Jnana UJ809
six panel digipak
Track Listing
DISC ONE
  1. Cold (23:27)
  2. Colder Still (32:44)
DISC TWO
  1. Crank (4:33) [ud038cd] [ww01]
  2. Steel Dream March Of The Metal Men (5:35) [cf12] [cf20]
  3. The Dadda's Intoxication (6:26) [cf12] [cf20]
  4. Head Cold (3:11) [ud038cd]
  5. Cold (Miss Ticker Mix) (5:13)
  6. Spooky Loop (8:30) [graal001]
  7. Alien (3:16) [ws7003]
  8. Colder Than (5:24)
  9. Colder Then (3:38)
  10. Bad Trip In Berlin (7:03)
Personnel
Clive Graham
Chris Wallis
Anita Plank
Konori Suzuki
Sleeve Notes
Produced, mixed and edited by S. Stapleton

Engineered by Colin Potter
Remastered by andrew Liles

Colin Potter - Sound manipulation, electronics
David Tibet - Voice
John Balance - Stick guitar, mandolin, voice
Rose McDowall - Voice
Joolie Wood - Vioin, flute
Clive Graham - Bowed wire, expanding springs
Chris Wallis - Acoustic guitar
Anita Plank - Voice
Konari Suzuki - Voice
Andrew Liles - Electronics on "Bad Trip"

Babs Santini - Defaced cover art, peyote text
Geoff Cox - Enthusiasm. Scrawl
Andrew Liles - Layout, additional graphics
Recorded at I.C.R, Tollerton, Yorkshire
Winter 1991

Thanks to Sarah Redpath, Andrew Liles, Andrew Thomas, Mark Logan, Steve Pittis.

This is the sister album to Current 93's Thunder Perfect Mind.

Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling
These small arms and white belly
And enormous undercarriage
The wax crayon illuminati
Our minds locked in dark sewer
Each finding less than before
Each counting the warm conclusions
Of the six buttons of sex appeal
Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises
Sucked into a whole
The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street
Our purpose for the one and only
Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp
Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly
On a lolly covered felt
Shook with fear from lightning
Falling several times in the wrong place
Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression
Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae
The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself
Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions
Each plied with coconut scissors
All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere
It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled
With crystal canyons and opera myths -
Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain
Over all-coloured mortar from way back when
This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow
Reminds me of clotted cream
All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice
Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk
Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk
Like a mind in labour
Bursting the waters of afterlife
Drenched in the warm hot river
Containing everything and nothing.