"Terror Couple Kill Colonel" is the third single released by British gothic rock band Bauhaus. Original sleeves were printed on a textured fabric. Two versions of this record exist; each having a different recording of "Terror Couple Kill Colonel" (version) on the B-side. The rarer (mis-pressing) is noted by the matrix "TA1PE AD 7 AA1" in the run-out groove. "Terror Couple Kill Colonel" reached No. 5 in the UK Independent Singles Chart.
The title comes from a newspaper headline reporting a Red Army Faction attack that killed Paul Bloomquist.
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