I had to wait for the right moment. It was a Sunday and the weather was good. Frankly the last thing I wanted to do was listen to another bloody Fall album. I know what they sound like by now. Just as I know what Nick Cave & The Seeds sound like . These seem to be the two great bugbears in my musical life. Maintaining a blog like this.
I wait. Until I've been to church. Had a swim. Then mid-afternoon, with the flat reasonably tidy. I make time and space and put it on my TV and listen through to the album. And enjoy a lot of it.
The cumulatuve effect tof the Fall experience though I find slightly deadening. Yes, great intense atmosphere. Surly, underground But then after a while I just feel. Oh it's The Fall. A rambling shaggy dog story for the outer elite without a pinchline.
Especially The Fall once the more interesting lieutenants who leavened the mix have left the nest and left Mark E. to his autoctacy. It's Enver Hoxha's Albania. I'm sure people lived perfectly happly lives there. But it's still Enver Hoxha's Albania. I go off to do my laundry/
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