An early B-side that is pure D.I.Y. genius. The title is a joke about hygiene and punk ethics. The song is a stop-start explosion of handclaps, off-key harmonies, and a bassline that refuses to sit still. It is chaos, perfectly orchestrated.

For those who came of age in the post-C86 era, finding a copy of Was It Just A Dream? (often encountered as a bootleg CD-R or a meticulously shared RAR file in early MP3 forums) was a rite of passage. It was the sound of a secret handshake. This collection, which rounds up their seminal singles, Peel sessions, and demo tracks, is not merely a greatest hits. It is a manifesto in 24 minutes. To understand the importance of this collection, one must understand the world Talulah Gosh tore apart. The mid-80s indie scene was getting comfortable. Bands like The Smiths had cast a long shadow, and jangly guitar pop was at risk of becoming earnest, fey, and self-important.

The closest they ever came to a pop hit. A deceptively simple riff underpins a story of romantic negotiation. It is witty, sharp, and contains a guitar solo that sounds like someone falling down a staircase with a Rickenbacker. Perfect.