After thirty five years we know to expect from Mark E Smith a non conformist, anti pretension, anti trend stance, humour in sour grapes and the three R's - repetition, repetition, repetition ( his words). Having seen The Fall for the first time last night I found that while they undoubtedly embodied the above qualities the key was that they could still make a strange display of the familiar and commonplace after all this time.
The fine band struck up a mean rockabilly groove from start which made an sure platform for Smith's declamatory lyrics. He was in strong voice throughout, with 'Cowboy George' twang C&W stylings a fine showcase for the group, which maybe the fiftheth incaranation of the Fall, who knows.
There was a little theatre also with Smith suddenly becoming preoccupied with the end of his arm, like a Mancunian Hamlet, minus Yorick's skull. Mortality but also just the strange otherness of the ordinary. It was kind of wistful but Smith will still be going for years
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