an ill-fated emerson lake and palmer album. the plan was to cover traditional orgy songs, giving them a decidedly prog rock feel. the project was never completed. apparently, the producer reacted as follows while listening to a playback in the studio:
"that's...that's fookin shyte! that ain't fookin music! that's shyte they'd play at a whore's funeral, it is! dump that shyte in the gabbage!"
i get teary-eyed thinking of what could have been.