The First Time in My Rectum – Vanessa Valou (1979)

Banned in 14 countries. Revered in underground dive bars. Completely misunderstood by just about everyone.

In 1979, as disco’s glittery dominance lit up the dance floors and punk raged in dimly lit basements, a bold and audacious artist named Vanessa Valou emerged. Cloaked in a skin-tight dress, with a sly, enigmatic smile, she walked into a recording studio with an idea so scandalous and boundary-pushing that it sent tremors through the music industry. What followed was nothing short of a musical revolution – an album that became too provocative, too rebellious, and too unforgettable for its time.

The resulting LP, The First Time in My Rectum, was a chaotic blend of shock value and raw, untamed energy that left critics in disbelief. It didn’t just break conventions – it obliterated them. This album, which defied all notions of decency, was heralded as “bizarre, seductive, and absolutely unfit for daytime radio.”

The concept behind the record was as outrageous as it was captivating, challenging societal norms, exploring themes of rebellion, intimacy, and the darker sides of human nature. The sheer audacity of the project led to its widespread condemnation. Rumor had it that the original vinyls were secretly burned in the basement of a church in Ohio, an attempt to erase its existence from the public eye. Yet, despite the extreme backlash, the album’s mythic status only grew.

Valou’s work was too wild for the mainstream, but in dive bars, clubs, and hidden venues, The First Time in My Rectum became a cult classic. Fans spoke in hushed reverence of its rawness, its unapologetic boldness. The album was not just music; it was an experience – a chaos that beckoned the listener to delve into uncharted waters.

Decades later, The First Time in My Rectum remains a defining artifact of the late ’70s musical rebellion. Vanessa Valou’s name may have been etched into history under a haze of controversy, but her music is remembered as an emblem of unfiltered creativity and defiance against a world too afraid to embrace it. Whether you love it, hate it, or simply don’t get it, one thing is for certain – you can never forget it.