The Fall are not for everyone, but they were never intended to be. Mark E Smith’s lyrics, accompanied by just about everyone who was ever in a band in Manchester over the years (and your nan on bongos) are complex, baffling and infuriating enough to reward repeated revisiting. Every time I listen to this, or any other Fall album, I will hear a line or a particular turn of phrase that I’m sure I’ve never heard before and that I haven’t the first idea what it means.
“I’ve got shears pointed straight at my chest”
Wait, what?
If this is your introduction to the Fall, it’s as good a place to start as any. The music is basic post punk and remarkably coherent for an album completed in one day (starting as he meant to go on Smith missed most of the planned studio days through illness). By the time the album was finished the rest of the band had either quit or been fired.
https://album.link/gb/i/1591080650
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