There’s no article. I’ve just checked the cover of the band’s first album, Gish. It happens to occupy a special place in my memory. Right after I asked my wife to marry me, at the center of the Diag in Ann Arbor, we walked over to South University Avenue, ate some ice cream, and went in a record store. I bought a copy of Gish, by Smashing Pumpkins. About a month later, I saw the group perform at St. Andrew’s Hall in Detroit. I moved to Washington, D.C. the next day.