Whenever I come across a Fall album on one of these countdowns it feels rather like work . The same applies when Nick Cave pokes his head round the office door. It feels like work.My heart sinks and I' m back on the conveyor belt. Back on the chain gang. Back in the typing pool . Under someone's thumb. In the name of the novel. Under the frog. As low as it gets.
I realise what seems like ten minutes through the opening lumpenproletarian dirge Alten Towers which for thousands of others this sems like the height of ecstasy and adrenalised thrill. Imperial Wax Solvent has its moments. But I've been here to may times pn this mortal coil and I've given my take on The Fall here too often too. That man in the corner of the pub is shouting at me again. 'I'm a fifty year old man. What are you going to do about it?' Leave the pub mate,. 7/5.
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