There used to be a stand in the Camden Market that sold bootleg cassette tapes and videos of industrial gigs. One of my many purchases was a Ministry tape of a concert from about 1990, and I played it to death. Scarecrow was by far my favourite song. Its slow heavy rhythm was somewhere between languid and oppressive; its barely audible vocals dripping with snarling sarcasm. The bit missing from the live version I had was the harmonica line in the middle, which was more vibrant in that take. No matter – almost any version of this song is one you’ll want to hear over and over, and as Him Indoors notes, it hasn’t aged a day.