Then MES and Elena shuffled on; buttoned up and carrying their stuff, looking like two daytrippers who were running for the Last of The Summer Wine coach trip to Holmfirth. You just felt this was going to be good.
But for most of the crowd, I wonder if they were just here to stare at Mark E Smith. His status is becoming like one of those First World War, “last survivor” veterans they used to inappropriately wheel out at remembrance ceremonies a few decades back.
So, to sum up, a great record, beautifully presented with fabulous artwork from Savage Pencil. Just like old times.
"Well, what can you say about MES? He surveys the crowd like a mistrusting headmaster. He stares out into the distance, looking for troublemakers. Where is Prosser junior? "
The usual British in Northern Europe scenario. I couldn't agree with you more Richard. You go and sit in a coffee shop all bloody day, and you know there's a cop van there. Anyway, you getting a drink in or what?
All in all, the best Fall album since, erm, the last one…
The Fall – Fall Heads Roll
Lloyd Cole's brain and face is made out of cowpat - we all know that and herewith is an instrumental track.
The Polaroids sit down with us and talk about The Fall. You'll like it.