Chosen by: Antony Hegarty
Nomi was so confusing that none of the record shops knew where to put him. In California, he was seen as a death rocker. I’d go in my local record store and see his albums sandwiched between Diamanda Galas, Lydia Lunch and pitbull punks like Christian Death. It didn’t matter what he was singing about, he sounded dramatic and fabulous.