I was a pure bred original goth in the 80s. Loved Sisters of Mercy, the Damned, Bauhaus, the Mission, all that malarkey. Looked like Strawberry Switchblade before Strawberry Switchblade was a thing.
The most gothic song then and I still believe now, for me, was this...
To say I had mother issues would be understating it to a tragi/comic level. I would listen to that song over and over, day after day, feeling every single word. It still makes me angry, and cry, to this day.
I was introduced to Gong by one of the most superficially straitlaced people I have ever met, back in the late 80s before I started to work in a record shop. It was about the coolest thing about me back then: I knew about Gong!