Look at it: a black rectangle, and stacked across its center, a dense cluster of white lines climbing into a single ragged peak. There is no band name. No album title. No catalogue number anywhere on the front face. For a debut, that silence is the boldest statement in the room.

Those lines are not decoration. They are radio waves from CP1919, the first pulsar ever observed, and what you are reading on this sleeve, stacked pulse over pulse, is the rhythm of a dead star spinning in deep space.

How that signal traveled from an astronomer's thesis into a library book and out onto a Manchester post-punk sleeve, and how a designer's single stubborn decision turned it into light glowing out of the dark, is one of the strangest journeys a piece of cover art can take.