I Can't Swim, I Have Nightmares (1980) - this is where it gets weirder: after the first 20 or so seconds, it turns into free-jazz chaos
Lullaby Cheat (1980) - musically this track isn't weird, but lyrics are quite... disturbing
As someone said, Ludus didn't strive for homogenity, and here is the best proof of that: a couple of long tracks with an unusual structure... as if they're made of a few different songs:
Unveiled (A Woman's Travelogue) (1982)
Herstory (1982) - this one is literally made of 5 (at least) different songs: they start with Mutilate, then slide into a new song, then continue with Inheritance (another track from the same album), then... the middle part (I think this is called 'concrete sounds'), and then a different take on Mother's Hour and Mouthpiece. All this in 8 minutes... do you think it works? I think it does.
and now to the downright weird and 'avantgarde':
What A Falling Off Was There (1982) Oddly enough, this was on the same EP as "Let Me Go Where My Pictures Go" and their cover of Brigitte Bardot's "Nue au Soleil"! This is basically 6 minutes of jazz improvisation (including 2 saxophones), combined with Linder screaming and crying... but if you manage to get through it, you'll hear one line that she speaks at the end. (I only say 'if you manage to gt through' because something like this is not to everyone's taste... personally, I love this track.)
And then there's the album "Danger Came Smiling", which is like that throughout, very experimenta land anti-pop. I was quite baffled and disappointed with it at first, because they are no actual 'songs'. The music is avantgarde jazz, and there are no lyrics and no singing - instead, Linder just contributes screams, weeping, hysterical laughter... except 1 short song that she sings a capella, two even shorter spoken poems, and one ("Invasion of Compulsory Sex Morality", named after Wilhelm Reich's book) where she reads what is supposed to be a diary of Reichian therapy - although you can't hear it very well because the background music is too loud. here are a few short tracks to give you the idea what it all sounds like:
Howling Comique
Flogging Cully
Mistresspiece
I came to really like this album with time (well, at least half of the album, some tracks I could still do without)... even though at first I thought that the song titles were the best thing about it. Really interesting titles there - some obviously referencing Angela Carter ("Bloody Chamber") or James Joyce ("Mememoremee"), some are quite amusing... best of all is "You Open My Legs Like A Book"
I had to look up some of them in dictionaries - I didn't know that "Crinkum Crankum" was one of the slang terms for female genitals, "Foaming At The Bit" means, well, being moist, and "Flogging Cully" is actually a 17th century term for 'a person who gets pleasure from being whipped'.
