New Model Army is the only good thing that came out of me dating a girl named Tammy St. Jean.
It was the mid-90s, and I was dating TSJ for a few months.  I had begun hanging out at the local goth/punk bar at around the same time, and I started hearing the name New Model Army being thrown around by the older punks and assorted people that scared me, but I still really wanted to emulate.  TSJ even would talk about them as "this band that I really like, but no one's really heard of," in a rather annoying, self-righteous, embarrassing "I'm a cosmic miracle" kind of way, but I managed to become curious about the band nonetheless.  
The only album she ended up owning was the first album I ever heard.  It was Thunder And Consolation.  I borrowed it from her, and as soon as I heard "225," that was it.  I was hooked.
About two weeks later, I found out that she was cheating on me, and had been the entire time I was with her.  As I was packing my stuff from her place, I stole her only New Model Army album.  I still don't feel bad about it.