This was a consequence of my Columbia Record House great leap forward. I had quite a few Beatles albums at this time and some stray hit-single-inspired albums like Eric Carmen and The Bee Gees "Main Course." Ready to roar into the rock era at 16 in the summer of '76, I included "Agents of Fortune" in my 9 selections for a penny entry to the club. I think I'd heard of Don't Fear the Reaper more by reputation than actual air play, so I didn't have any great expectations when I selected AOF. They could be as good or worse than Aerosmith or the Doobie Brothers -- two others on that initial list of nine. Well . . . never bought another album by those bands, but The Cult quickly seized my imagination. Loved AOF all the way through. Well recall the "sit up and take notice" jolt I got from This Ain't the Summer of Love as I was sunning myself on the back patio. Probably waited for "Spectres" before I struck again, and then started going backwards. Even sent away for the computer print-out lyrics, once enough albums were acquired. Saw them play at Jones Beach Theater on New York's Long Island in a rainstorm, with their lasers pierceing through the rain drops. That was some enchanted evening! Stayed with them with moderate interest after that as the other albums fore and aft didn't quite grab me the way those middle three did. Astronomy joined Don't Fear (The Reaper) when I compiled my top 40 of all-time in college in 1982 and the three of us spent a long day's journey into night counting them down, rotating among us. I think it had to consume two nights now that I think about it. Only recently did I learn that so many of the impenetrable early lyrics were the building blocks of a diabolical grand scheme by Sandy Pearlman to tell a non-linear sci-fi story of his through the band's music. Now that's what I call a rubric scarab!