There's little doubting the importance of The Pixies in shaping independant rock in the early nineties. Into the musical void between the punk of Husker Due et al and the shoe-gazing of indie introverts stepped Black Francis and his colleagues. Come On Pilgrim made anyone hearing it for the first time gasp. It was a new sound - screaming and melodious, forward looking and also nostalgic. Capable, at a turn, of changing from ear-wrenching power to strange, acoustic tones ('Vamos') or straightforward punk and roll ('Nimrod's Son'), the album set the standard for all non-mainstream bands. The Pixies shone briefly but very brightly in their short time together and Come on Pilgrim set out their stall. The mixture that made up the Pixies catalogue really shouldn't work - surf city, horror films, latino imagery, science fiction, pulp fiction - but the fact that it not only works but fits together so perfectly is the reason why the Pixies were so highly regarded. Throughout the album, Santiago's guitar whines alongside Frances' vocal imagery while Kim Deal backs-up with pure, simple melody and a swinging, bouncing bass. How did they write this stuff? Not for the faint-hearted in moral sensibilities ('La Isla de Encanta') or for those looking for Sunday tea-time tunes, Come On Pilgrim will change your list of favourite albums.