I couldn’t really let the death of Mark E Smith – which came both as a surprise and not very much of a surprise at the same time, oddly enough – pass without comment, although as I’m not a huge Fall fan I’m wary of jumping on the bandwagon while friends and family (certainly) and fans (in that strange way) are genuinely grieving. Anyway, I’ve listened to The Fall here and there over the years, and for one reason or another these are the (fairly obvious tracks) that struck a chord. I also used to love it when he appeared in the music press when I read it religiously (late 80s to late 90s, when it was just about worth reading religiously), because he was so cantankerous and unpredictable and as a result the features and interviews were incredibly entertaining. Clearly a one-off.
Here’s the best obituary I read this week, by Andrew Harrison for New Statesman.