W.A.S.P. "the last command"

When i began collecting music I was a desperate dude. On rare occasions I would accompany someone to a mall and have to be torn out of the record stores there.  Overwhelmed, I would examine every album i could touch.  Racks of mystical lps; each one a silent tome.  I couldn't even guess what most of them would sound like but I just wanted to hear them all.  In 1985 I was thirteen years old.  My money income came from a small allowance I had for doing chores at home ($5/week).  I would double that buy mowing our elderly neighbors lawn.  This would allow me to buy one cassette tape a week.  I would pedal my BMX bike a couple of miles to the Hills department store.  The only place I had reasonable access to that sold music (the Kmart in the other direction didn't have as big of a selection and frankly I just liked the smell of Hills better)  buying music at a retail store meant that my options were limited.  I'd comb the racks looking for some fantastical evil album cover. (I had started buying Iron Maiden cassettes this way)  I picked up this #wasp tape and the wicked looking guy with a scowl holding a vaguely militants flag looked really enticing so I flipped the tape over and read the song titles: "ballcrusher", "widowmaker" and "sex drive" sold me.  Bought the tape and an Icee slushie and pedaled home to listen to the new acquisition.   I loved Blackie Lawless's raspy vocals right from the get go.  It was a grittier, tougher sounding version of Motley Crue's "shout at the devil".  I tried convincing some of my burgeoning metal heads that it was a better release but no one else agreed.  It was my own little treasure that no one else wanted to share.  Years and years later when I guiltily bought this on cd in a used bin I popped it on expecting to be disappointed by nostalgia warped memory of the album.  I wasn't.   I remembered every lyric (it sometimes concerns me that these hedonistic poems remain in my subconscious but I have no recall of any of the Herman Hesse books I read in my early twenties)  it's a dumb fun album and u still sing it's praises.
Turns out Lawless has become some kind of evangical Christian or something. A road I cannot imagine.