The mother of all electro-punk albums. The music is simultaneously groovy, driving, danceable yet cold and minimal. Ghost Rider for example is basically the same notes being repeated over and over again like morse code over a simple bassline. Rocket U.S.A., which starts off the same way but has some scattered synth melodies surfacing now and then. Cheree, on the other hand, is a sweet little love song to a "black leather lady" complete with a shimmering melody. Johnny sounds like the synthesizer was possessed by Bill Haley's ghost. The absolute pièce de résistance of the album however is Frankie Teardrop, a ten minute excursion into the title character's miserable situation and it's dire consequences. Dark stuff with Alan Vega's banshee screams effectively drilling the song deep into your skull. This Blast First edition comes with a second CD of really good live material from this era.