The Fall have fallen.
Mark E Smith and his grupe set out their stall on their first B-side
“We dig repetition in the music and we’re never gonna lose it”
Always different, always the same etc they mine the mighty repeating riff
I listened to the complete ‘50,000 Fall fans’ comp today while driving and it was like having the inside of your head scraped clean with an ice cream scoop.
That thread about the lousiness of The Fall from the viewpoint of sad old proggers has made me listen to a lot more Fall.
So what are your favourite lines from MES carrier bag (because I saw him take tattered bits of paper out of a Tescos bag on stage to sing a new song)
I was walking down the street I saw a poster at the top I was only on one leg The streets wee fucked – Blindness
How dare you assume I want to parlez vous with you You Gretchen Franklin nosey matron thing – Telephone Thing
When I walk down the street Its always you I seem to meet Long hair down and sneakers on your feet And write letters to the Evening News I clench my fists and I sing this song hey student! hey student! hey student! You’re gonna get it through the head – Hey Student!
Became a recluse Bought a computer Set it up in the home Elusive big one On the screen Saw the Holy Ghost I swear On the screen Where’s the cursor? – Eat Yself Fitter
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There’s a man in my downstairs on his knees. (“Not for the first time!”, etc). He’s a carpet fitter, doing my bathroom flooring, and I’ve been treated to some appalling music. I was handing him a cuppa just as the whining dross of Bros (“When Will I Be Famous?”) echoed out, so I said: “They play some terrible old shite on the radio, don’t they?” just a split second before I saw his iPod dock.
I mean, each to his own, and everything, but Bros? By choice? This is the auditory danger you face by inviting workmen into your home when you work from home. Quite apart from the drilling and sawing and whistling. We had builders in a couple of years ago, and we ended up in a battle of the bands, with me cranking up the volume on my Atlantic Soul Legends box set, while Slow-Mo Glen turned the dial on his paint-splattered indestructible Makita radio to raise the burblings and chortlings of Chris Evans (introducing Scouting For Girls again) to health-and-safety-flaunting levels.
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