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The Fall: Our Future Your Clutter

img  Tobias Fischer

The Fall is the 30-year-old family business of Manchester UK’s Mark E. Smith, whose first antisocial steps came after seeing the Sex Pistols. He’s never looked back, dragging 2 wives into the fold as singers, playing the same brand of pogo-punk (with slight variations in artistic approach, of course; we must mention the artistic side of these cacophonies) since 1976.

Here he’s out to teach the Domino Records stable (comprising such miscreants as Clinic and Max Tundra) how to be crazy and, more importantly, how not to be like Franz Ferdinand, who are the For Dummies version of this undiluted, you know, craziness. If you’re dead, you won’t snap your neck to the 2-chord blaster “OFYC Showcase,” but everyone else will; Smith’s trademark oi-bloke-can-you-hear-me-over-the-bar-noise holler-yapping is in shape for the playoffs in a tune that demands loudness as it explores its surroundings, trying here and there to cut its 2 notes finer, then quieter, then more regally (the kind of attack Franz isn’t allowed to try by corporate order, if you’re new to this rock music thing).

“Bury” welds Big Black to Al Jourgensen, and although I can barely make out the lyrics to the high-plains-rolling punkster “Cowboy George,” I assume the intelligible snatches “I hate you” and “White House” most likely point to something familiar to sentient creatures.

By Tobias Fischer

Homepage: The Fall
Homepage: Domino Records

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