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15 Nov 2000 - HMV
Ta to Ian Willey for this animated gif: http://www.visi.com/fall/news/hmv.html
Mark O'Connor:
Went to see the Mighty Fall at HMV London last evening (in-store signing,
album promo etc).The setting was a bit odd to say the least. FF's in record store isles.
Tom Head was not to be found. This could be attributable
to the fact that the stage setup was quite small.
There was a TV-wall image thing behind the band which had real-time
in-store security footage of the stage. Quite grainy/shakey images and a bit
offputting when
the camera zoomed and moved around the members on stage but the effect was
utilising
a ceiling camera, so as a backdrop it was ok.
MES turned up to applause, joining Julia, Adam and Nev on stage. Drums and
beats were
taken care of by a DAT machine atop Julia's keyboard.
MES was in fine form, he even smiled at one stage (grrrr).
Crowd 150-250.
Fall played (in no particular order)
- Two Librans
- Dr. Bucks Letter
- Way Round
- Serum
- And Therein...
- I'm going to Spain
- .. and possibly another track
Chris Hopkins:
It was a very strange "gig" in that the stage was set up at the end of the
aisles which were still in place, covered in tarpaulin and protected by
crowd control barriers. The overall effect was therefore like standing in a
queue, with no moshpit in sight. "I'm going to Spain" was the worst I've
ever heard...Adam appeared to forget the notes halfway through (or maybe
he'd just lost the will to live -it's a possibility that MES includes it in
the set purely to piss the musicians off). Excellent! I'd have felt cheated
if they'd played the tunes from the album competently and dutifully.
21 Nov 2000 - Nottingham - Rock City
Ian Leaver:
Sometimes it's hard to explain why The Fall will always be the best band
in the world but last night summed it up. Shambolic, drunken, bad
tempered at times, funny at others but not for one second dull.
I can never remember set lists but they started with And Therein, The
Joke, lots off Unutterable, Touch Sensitive, F-Olding Money, Antidote.
"Who the fuck are you?" to somebody who shouted "Good evening Mark". He
doesn't look a well man and was pretty pissed (in the UK rather than USA
sense), although I've seen him worse. Made Adam go and stand at the
front instead of lurking by the amp, pulled Nev over who landed on top
of him and continued to play while lying on the floor. Smith himself
got up about three songs later. Seen to be smiling on more than one
occasion which is always nice. Finished with a whimper rather than a
bang as they finally gave up. Fucking great night though
22 Nov 2000 - London - Dingwalls
Preview from the Guardian:
The Fall - on tour
Mark Smith is governor of a highly independent state with a periodically restles population and a language which only he fully understands. This state is The Fall, and it's a place where he's lived for over 20 years (though as a scourge of nostalgia, this is an issue on which he's prickly), weathering both critical acclaim and popular success with equal and articulate disdain. Recent changes within the group, like the departure of longtime bassist Steve Hanley, might have for a while thrown The Fall's stability into question, but the arrival of a new album - The Unutterable - has gone some way to re-establishing Smith's command on matters. The Fall, basically, are always there. The only thing that changes is the time.
michael:
For good but rather tedious reasons (involving disorganisation mostly) we didn't have tickets and hadn't had the chance to sort any out. There was a queue of people picking up tickets they'd booked and security were telling us that returns if available would be there at 9. Weather was cold but dry.
Back there at ten to nine, I had the impression that Dingwalls weren't used to putting on live entertainment, especially live entertainment that people wanted to see. There was a bunch of people waiting to collect tickets they'd already booked, a bunch waiting for returns, and thousands of people on the guest list, who seemed to only be allowed in one at a time. All these people kept being told to form different queues and they all kept getting it wrong. I waited in the returns queue for three quarters of an hour (that's 45 minutes of valuable drinking time) behind a bunch of idiots who had tickets to collect but couldn't be bothered to collect them until 9.30. Just as I found myself standing at the counter by accident being told there still aren't any returns yet, this wanker turns up next to me and says "Am I on the guest list? I'm from MTV." MTV...
You may have seen me. A man in a woollen hat, striding purposefully away from the venue, telling the queue (and his three friends) rather loudly that the place was a fucking shambles. What annoyed me most was that if we'd known earlier that there was no chance of getting in we'd have been off to see Godspeed You Black Emperor at the Scala. And all the media whores waltzing in asking each other who The Fall were - I hate London gigs. And Arsenal lost 4-1.
I did see the back of MES's head at some point, in the doorway, but I'm afraid I couldn't see what he was wearing.
Mark O Connor:
Popped into Dingwalls (2 mins away). As confirmed earlier on FREEDONIA,
there was a bit of a crowd outside.
Went inside...venue fullish already.
Fall come on at 21:45 (minor miracle)
I found a pen in my bag, got an 'I, Ludicrous' flyer
and took down a set-list. See below
I don't think the drummer was Tom, a good giveaway
was the fact that he looked noting like Tom.
He gave a good workout to all tracks even when having
to be reigned in by Nev for beating out wrong drum part.
He seemed solid enough as I said and did the job admirably.
Adam was as reliable as ever (even though he'd been in the pub
for a couple of hours previously. Nev was brill as usual...I think he went
through
3 guitars.
Julia was doing her bit for the cause. Good keyboard work, to pad out some
of the effects required on the new album. MES -brill, kept it together all
evening,
smiled, stood on stage edge, sang and became quite expressive with his hands
which was a novelty(not the normal 'looking bored at my fingernails')
Many of the tracks from the new album had a recorded DAT lead-in, then
eack track had a punky work over, really refreshing.
Fall played a broad selection of work, even 'Nation's...' stuff.
The crown responded and everyone seemed to be having
a good time!
...anyhoo
22/11/00 list
They never leave stage without...
01.TOUCH SENSITIVE
02 THE JOKE
03.WAY ROUND
04.ANTIDOTE
05.DR. BUCK'S LETTER (Brilliant version, Mark really tried on this one)
06.HANDS UP BILLY
07.2 LIBRANS
08.SONS OF TEMPERENCE
09.BIRTHDAY SONG (lovely rendition, MES was on hunkers toward drum kit,
looking
introspective for this one)
10. HOT RUNES
11.CYBER INSEKT
12. KETAMINE SONS (This gets very PIXIE-like, or is it just me?)
...oh no they've gone
DAS KATERERERERER (ALBUM TRACK ON P.A)
....they come out for more
13.SERUM
14...AND THEREIN...
15.PAINTWORK (I can safely say that in 9 yrs of going to 23+Fall in london
appearances,
they have never played this one) What a F**king treat.. MES gave it
the full 'Maaaak' treatment - an absolute joy
band goes off DEVOLUTE comes on PA, lights don't go up for 10mins.
I can
safely
say that the Dingwalls do was brilliant, a good 7/10 from me... actually,
knotch that
up by 1, I forgot to mention the feeling of absolute raw theatre that goes
on
at any Fall gig and which went on last night!
anon:
They were GREAT - 100 times better than the RFH. That
said, I'm not entirely convinced that they overly-endeared themselves to
the audience. Before they came on, we were subjected to a quite
ludicrously excruciating wait - and when they finally did deign to set
foot on stage, a bleary-eyed MES struggled with negotiating the curtain,
cursorily rejected the mic which was set up and then proceeded to knock
over Neville's mic stand - well it didn't look very promising.
But thankfully that proved deceptive - MES was on good form/voice (best
adlib: "I'm saving up to buy one of those wheelchairs that go up and down
the stairs" in Birthday) and the band sounded hard as nails. This is more
like it - stick to crummy dumps in future! The stand-in drummer was
top-notch (points will have to be deucted though for his Hawaiian shirt).
While Tom's look of furious concentration always conveys the impression
that each song is taxing him to the very limit, whoever it was was totally
unruffled and bang-on. Although there was much more of The Unutterable on
evidence than at RFH, they're *still* flogging And Therein and The Joke to
death! Admittedly these versions sounded infinitely better than
they have done over the past few years - but even so. If they're going to
pull out a few golden oldies, why not surprise us? Just as I was thinking
this, the final encore was a GLORIOUS Paintwork (!!!!!) The other major
highlight was an MES-less run through of Ketamine Sun which ended the
"proper" set - as mesmerising as any 5 minutes of the Hanley era! OH YES!
The ending though was as messy as the beginning. The band trooped off
after the 2nd encore, the DAT for Devolute played through, the DAT for
Birthday began (again) and was then switched off, and for the next 10 mins
the stage lights remained on and the house lights stayed off - but
eventually people took the hint and started filing out. So instead of
ending on a high after an awesome Paintwork, they managed to leave
everybody with a sense of anti-climax. Ho hum.
The Fall - London Camden Dingwalls
http://www.nme.com/NME/External/Reviews/Reviews_Story/0,1069,6371,00.html
monaz:
two more random thoughts (picked from many) about gig:
*Forgot how good Touch sens is...especially as an
opening track...i danced like i just got outta jail.
*I recommend attending gigs in a skirt...
michael:
back in the real world, there's a live review in the Guardian -
in the proper paper, opposite the editorial stuff. It's Jonathan Romney,
who in my opinion is a Proper Writer, and, most importantly of all, he's
says roughly what I've been thinking the last couple of times I saw The
Fall:
http://www.guardianunlimited.co.uk/Archive/Article/0,4273,4095620,00.html
The web page doesn't have the big, glorious technicolour photo that features
in the paper. It's a photo I haven't seen before, and I mention this
because it clearly wasn't taken this week. Behind MES is the slightly
blurred but clearly distinguishable figure of Steve Hanley.
diw:
I would rate the Dingwalls show one of my most enjoyable of recent years.
There are two main reasons for this 1) I forgot to bring the microphone for
my MD, so didn't spend the gig clinging to my precious hardware and 2) the drumming ...
The drumming: (with all due respect to Tom, who's a great drummer in his own
right ... etc) This guy, Spencer(?), has worked with Julia previously, so
she knew how good he was, but he hadn't rehearsed with the band until the
Nottingham soundcheck the previous evening. This, coupled with his style -
whereas Tom plays subservient to the backing track, Spencer bashes,
disrespectfully, all over the top of it - created that wonderful garageband
sense of tension and frailty. It could have all fallen apart at any moment
.. but didn't. That is how I like my Fall live and probably why my interest
waned slightly in the early 90's with all those slick, predictably polished
performances.
This appraoch would seem to find favour with the band, too - Adam had said
that the Nottingham gig had been his favourite yet with the band. Paintwork
was a nice surprise and I was pleased to see the back of Spain (MES: 'Nev's
favourite'!!). Otherwise, the blend of Unpronouncable and MS material was
just fine. I'm now pig-sick that I can't make any other dates this week,
bah!
alan mcbride:
dingwalls again, deja vue, and the usual london fuckwit contingent, present company excepted.
position stage right, behind the mixing desk, from here you see the audience as the band do, and it's not pretty. sound is good, but vox not quite so. and the whole set seems heavily reliant on pre-programming, nowt wrong with that I guess.
dr buck a highlight. gold amex card - books - j d salinger - catcher in the rye. and the bald giant getting over-excited at the front, mark wisely keeping his distance, even with the stage they seem almost eye-to-eye. and christ but hasn't mark got about the skinniest arse on the planet.
paintwork strangely saddenning, dredging up an odd nostalgia, and the london fuckless fuckwit wittless twats who think it clever to fiddle with the mixing desk settings every time the mixer moves away, the the oft-sneered at rolling rocks tasting like nectar when you know you have to stop after three, and a very nice camden town jamaican veggie pattie to pad the gut for the drive to my hotel in st. albans.
Pierre:
So farewell then, Tom Head... All-round nice bloke etc... But life goes on
indeed, even more so in The FALL. New boy Spencer (formerly of Intastella,
and who'd once worked with Julia donkey's years ago) is quite possibly the
best thing that's happened to the band in ages. Incredibly (by other bands'
standards, that is), he hadn't rehearsed with the band yet - and this was
the second night of the tour!
A truly packed Dingwalls: always nice to see The FALL playing to a capacity
crowd. From the opening "Touch Sensitive", it was obvious Spencer was the
part. And for the first time in a long, long, while at a Fall gig, NOTHING
to moan about ("Ketamine Sons" sounded just great as an instrumental). A
true monster of a gig, thankfully focusing on the new album, even managing
to make its songs sound more in-yer-face than they were first time around.
"Dr Buck's Letter" was revamped inna-northern-funk-stylee, the beat not
unlike a very slow "Psykick Dancehall". Some songs has to be cut short -
understandably so, given the lack of rehearsals - but they still came out
mighty raw, and gloriously tight.
"I'm Going To Spain" is now best remembered as a lame joke (hurrah), and
"And Therein" sounds beautiful again, mainly thanks to Spencer's drumming.
The FALL group has never been about musos, and but this Dingwalls gig was
one of those moments when you find yourself thinking, " THIS IS IT, they've
got it absolutely right tonight". All those nostalgia merchants who still
mourn ye olde P Hanley + K Burns + S Hanley days, will be astonished by this
tour and the next release (surely the new e.p./album MUST be recorded ASAP).
"Way Round" and "Two Librans" are unquestionably classics in their own
right, and with the combined live drums/sequencers they simply blow you
away. And oh yes, the final encore. Everybody was taken by surprise, this
being "Paintwork"'s first airing in yonks. Extremely competent version too,
Nev clearly enjoying the big riffs and MES being, erm, economical with the
lyrics - but did we care? Did we bollocks! This was simply The Fall's best
gig in three years, hands down (Billy). And according to Adam, the night
before in Nottingham was even better...
All the "familiar faces in the crowd" usually discuss their favourite songs
after the gig, which bits they preferred etc. Well, after Dingwalls, a
familiar face turned to me and summed up the mood with
laser-like precision: "What a band...". Sir, carry on Sir!
24 Nov 2000 - Liverpool - Lomax
Danny:
pretty similar set to london
new drummer is good ... hope he stays ...
not too much madness from mark
touch sensitive
the joke
way round
antidotes
dr. bucks' letter
hands up billy
f-oldin' money
two librans
sons of temperance
(break)
birthday song
hot runes
cyber insekt
ketamine sun
(das katerer)
encore 1:
hey student
and therein
encore 2:
w.b.
ten houses of eve
encore 3:
paintwork
much as i hate to say it (and believe me i do) julia really made a
difference to this gig - some of those songs would have really fallen
flat with only guitar/drums/bass ... true to form, though, her guitar
was completely out of tune all the way through
did the drummer play the other gigs so far? whoever he was, he had a
better grasp of some of the songs than tom did after 2 years ...
alan mcbride:
Liverpool Lomax, about two-thirds full, nice enough atmosphere, lots of enthusiasm up front - people who've been into t' fall for decades but never yet seen them mixed with some regulars.. I arrive very tired after the drive from London, and distressingly sober, but find a nook on the extreme right of the stage where I can prop myself up against the iron barrier.
Band take the stage on time and very sober and relaxed in demeanour, rested I guess after a day's break after Dingwalls. I hadn't heard about Head not making the tour so I was confused when the chap I thought was a stage hand settled in behind drums. But yeah - as others have noted, he's very excellent indeed, at least in terms of what's required of a drummer in the fall.
Opener was Touch Sensitive, with Nev characteristically enthused doing the 'I know...I know...hey hey hey hey...' bit. Mark came on promptly enough, also seemingly sober and relaxed, his washed out and stretched jumper down below his arse, and the requisite authoratative declamation of 'good evening we are the fall'.
Followed by The Joke, which I never really liked live, but which they're getting better at playing I guess. Then Way Round, heavily reliant on the DAT but sounding great. Corny lyrics though - not a fave of mine.
Mark was uncharacteristically relaxed and friendly through all this, even asking Nev before taking his mic stand away, smiling reassuringly at Adam before fucking with his settings and strumming his strings, patting Nev on the back, even a half embrace, and when he does deign to smile there's a real comedy in his aspect that's quite endearing.
In case we missed it first time, 'Good evening we are the fall...but you knew that anyway', and then Antidote, a bit lazy on the vocal efforts here, and also some corny new lyric about 'the driver of the train, goes round and round again', for christs sake.
And tonight's Dr Buck's letter was another stormer. 'I never go out without my gold amex card....people don't believe that I have one...it took me some months to figure it out...and books...j d salinger...catcher in the rye...and music...cds...cassettes and cds....'.
The drumming really was strong throughout, and Mark did his usual trick of dropping the mic into the bass drum, to excellent effect.
Then Hands Up Billy, with more vox contributions from Mark than of late, in fact it was more like Mark taking the lead really with Nev backing.
Things fell apart in F-olding Money, as indeed they have every time I've seen this track played, really. Surely it can't be that difficult to play? And then things got worse in Two Librans when Nev shredded his strings. Julia sauntered over with her guitar but he perservered. The song still came off ok really - in fact, I suspect some of the guitars are on the DAT for that track maybe.
They tried to push on with Sons of Temperence but it was clearly lost by then so Mark took them off stage. He did it gently though - no venom evident. But Nev didn't look happy on returning so maybe the coaching wasn't quite so gentle.
And into another strong rendition of Birthday, followed by Cyber, where unfortunately Julia's head mic was either not functioning or just totally buried in the mix, but the track sounded great even without the backing chorus.
Ketamine was next, and was quite a high point really. After hearing it sans vox at Dingwalls it was good to hear Mark's Arab Strap impression and he threw in a segment, read from a notebook, at the end - basically some stuff from 'CD in your hand' from Post Nearly Man, and some 'Modernity...Moderninity...' bits too. Excellent stuff.
Then the first proper exit - with Das Katerer instrumental as Interlude. Back on stage for what you could call the first encore I guess, even though no audience calls could be heard above the interlude track. And this part of the gig was up there with the best fall moments for me across all fifty of the gigs I've seen - they played Hey Student followed by And Therein. What was great about it was that it was pretty flawless firstly, and that there was a great contrast between the energetic vocals of Student (lots of gesturing and agression from Mark in this one) and the very soft, confident, vocally rich and crystal clear delivery of And Therein. And to top all that, the band kept the jam going with a build in tension and volume, and Mark did another reading, this time a piece I've not heard before, couldn't make out the words much but what mattered was the vocal texturing which was stunning over the extended krautrock workout of Therein. Mark had been singing the track very softly, but he bridged between the track proper and the reading bit with a truly unearthly snarl which mutated into a howl much like at the start of Code:Selfish, and he practically had the mic in his mouth to achieve this. And at the end, whether intentional or not, it was almost jazz-like in the way each band member struggled on top of the mix (maybe the mixer's doing?), firstly the drums swelled above the guitars, then the bass sound mounted and distorted to get on top, and then Julia's keyboard synth wash soared up, and then back to the guitar riff again. This whole track really was chilling stuff, pure aural theater, at least from where I was standing.
And another exit. This time lots of audience demands and a proper encore. We get Devolute as an interlude track and it sounds great at full volume, reminding me of how good the early Nagle stuff sounded when the pre-natal forms of Pep, Powderkeg and the like were used as intro material.
The band return and settle into WB. Nev looks pissed off and fucks Mark's mic stand into the drum kit for some reason, but Mark doesn't see this, but spots it when he takes the stage. The song sounds really good, the vocals very strong and clear too, but inexplicably Mark's mood seems to darken in a split second, and he just stops abruptly and storms off shouting stuff to himself. The band press on. Julia follows Mark. It all looks decidedly over, but Nev sparks up Ten Houses, and Mark returns part way through, which is quite a surprise. So they trundle through a passable delivery to finish off their second encore, and then they're gone again.
At this point I really don't expect a return, and the audience are only making a token effort at calling them back, so I split, but just as I reach the door I hear them start Paintwork! And it's a long working of the track too, and sounds better than at Dingwalls.
Track list again -
Touch Sensitive,
The Joke,
Way Round,
Antidote,
Dr Bucks Letter,
Hands Up Billy,
F-oldin' Money,
Two Librans,
Sons of Temperance,
Birthday,
Cyber Insekt,
Ketamine Sons (with CD In Your Hand added in),
Das Katerer (Instrumental),
Hey Student,
And Therein (with spoken word bit added in),
Devolute (Instrumental),
WB,
Ten Houses,
Paintwork.
I suspect Serum and Hot Runes were also in there but I don't recall where - damn.
alan also picked up the following:
The man who made his Mark with The Fall - Paddy Shennan
- The Echo.
A wise man once warned: Never meet or interview your heroes - you'll only
be dissappointed.
But after several near misses, there was now no escape...the time had
finally come to speak to the upredicatable Mark e. Smith, leader of The Fall
for the last 23 years. And, according to some, not the easiest of
interviewees.
Smith, to my ears, is responsible for some of the greatest records ever made
(most of them many years ago).
But, to my and many other Fall fans' ears, there have been several dodgy
spells - although the band's new album, The Unutterable, is widely viewed as
a return to form.
There have also been spells of disharmony. The Fall have released about 35
albums - and Smith has used a similar amount of musicians One of many
incarnations disintegrated on a New York stage in 1998, when ex-drummer Karl
Burns vaulted his drum kit and pinned the tired and emotional-looking Smith
against a wall.
All, you could tell, was not well. End result: drummer, guitarist and bass
guitraist (long time servant Steve Hanley) left the band. And Smith? He
just dusted himself down and carried on with keyboard player/partner Julia
Nagle and another set of hired hands.
The Fall's delightfully-named producer Grant Showbiz says of the singer,
'Always being slightly crazy is one of the brilliant things about him: he's
from Planet Mark. But what doesn't come over is that he's a lovable,
wonderful guy, not a curmudgeonly old git who sits in the pub and rambles on
about how much he hates everything."
Smith spoke to me, for about eight minutes, from the restaurant of a London
hotel. He wasn't curmudgeonly, but he certainly came across as slightly
crazy. And, erm, merry.
Producer Showbiz says the new album is your best for at least a decade.
Smith: "He's the producer, he would say that! Ha, ha!"
But isn't he implying that previous releases haven't ben up to scratch?
Smith: "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha!'
Right, so how do you rate The Unutterable?
Smith: "I like this one...I like the middle bit best. Does that make
sense?"
The singer then launches into a rambling explanation about hwo the band no
longer uses Pete Waterman's Manchester studios - and that part of the album
was instead recorded in a "cubicle".
By The Fall's standards, this latest line-up has been together some time.
Have you managed to mould them yet?
Smith: Yes, but it's taken me two years. They're about 10 years younger
than me; they're brats...I always recruit people who haven't been in groups
before."
So you don't want anyone with baggage?
(As if I'd just uttered the word that had been on the tip of his tongue for
the last 12 years); "Baggage! Yes! That's right! That's right!"
We talk about tonight's gig at the Lomax and he says; "Liverpool was the
first town to recognise us. We played lots of gigs at Erics in the late
70s. Sorry, they're all giggling here..."
Finally (although it wasn't intended to be my final question), I asked
whether he feels vindicated as none of the many musicians who have left The
Fall have gone on to greater things - with the possible exception of Marc
Riley, though it could be argued that has merely been as a sidekick to Radio
1's Mark Radcliffe, rather than as a musician.
Smith: "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
So, do you feel vindicated?
Smith: "Yes, Paddy. It's good to talk to you, Paddy. It's nice to hear a
Scouse accent (Paddy: I haven't got one)...I'm down in London. I've got to
go now"
Cheers.
(The Fall play The Lomax, Hotham Street, tonight. Expect the unexpected)
25 Nov 2000 - Edinburgh - The Liquid Room
I. Askew:
If there's one thing about early starts, it forces MES & crew on stage
reasonably promptly and we don't have to wait hours for them to show. Pity
they
don't leave themselves enough time to deliver a full set before chucking out
time...
For their second visit to Edinburgh in 5 months, the venue is the same but
the set is given a bit of an overhaul. Back in the eighties, you could
never predict a Fall setlist as they always played songs well in advance of
album release. Nowadays, you expect to know all the tunes and this being
the promo tour for "Unutterable", threw up no major surprises.
9.00pm on the dot, out troop the footsoldiers and launch into "WB". A
decent opener. MES appears a few minutes later and its game on. He seems up
for it. A cursory "good evening we are the Fall" is thrown our way, which
always pleases. He lurches around the stage resplendant in shiny shirt and
catalogue trousers, glaring into the mic as if its the only thing present.
There's
no sign of his knob twiddling/ drum battering menace tonight. Its strictly
proffessional, but its amusing to see Helal and Wilding standing cramped
together, one behind the other far left of stage while MES and Nagle take
centre! Thankfully no annoying rotating white lights shining in our eyes
this time... "The Joke" does no harm in upping the pace,
followed by "Way Round". Things calm down a bit for the plodding
"Antidotes", but amends are made with a solid rendition of "Dr. Bucks
Letter" - surely destined to be a classic.
Smith's only wayward stroke is when he gets pissed off
playing second fiddle to Wilding's vocals on "Hands up Billy" (which sounds
like early days Stranglers to me by the way...) and forces the band into
"F'oldin Money" - after only a minute of 'Billy'. F'oldin is a fine tune in
my book,
but tonight's version is pretty limp. He mutters something about the curfew
and the set is ended with "Hot Runes" followed quickly by an (as yet)
unidentified
instrumental.
35 minutes and they're off. Not unlike June's show at the Liquid Rooms -
the
same 10.00pm curfew is imposed and another short set served up as a
consequence.
They return for a fine "Birthday Song", an un-inspired run through "And
therein" - the 'surprise oldie' (although it was no surprise since they'd
played it here in June too), then made amends with a blistering "Sons of
Temperance" to round things off. 9.50pm, the band were off and the house
lights were on.
I wouldn't say it was a classic, but it was pretty damn good. And I suppose
I've finally stopped wondering how the new songs would sound with Hanley and
co. on board.
If they'd played another 3 or 4 songs, it could have been a great show. As
it stands, it was let down slightly by the mix of songs for the length
of set . Surprise of the night was the omission of "Cyber Insekt" and
although mooted twice, "Two Librans" never appeared. "WB", "The Joke","Dr
Bucks" and "Sons of Temperance" were standouts for me.
At a tenner entry, you can't really complain - but you still go away feeling
you've been short changed. Ho hum.
Setlist:
1. WB
2. Touch Sensitive
3. The Joke
4. Way Round
5. Jung Nevs Antidotes
6. Dr Bucks Letter
7. Hands up Billy (cut short)
8. F'oldin Money
9. Hot Runes
10. ?
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11. Birthday Song
12. And Therein
13. Sons of Temperance
Graeme:
The Fall rock. Last night's gig in Edinburgh was sadly cut short because of
the venue - shame because they were firing on more cylinders than one can
imagine. Tonight's gig in Glasgow was as good and more since they managed to
play the entire set.
No fucking about, no bullying of the band, no cliches from the last few
years worth of reviews. A band that has become a 'Fall' band. A frontman
that's doing exactly that. Some staged peering at nails, some wanderig
about, no visible onstage tensions, no ridiculous drunkeness. One biased
reviewer (me).
Julia's critics can [inset fav sweary word here] right off. She's the
lynchpin of this live lineup - be it keyboard lines, guitar playing, tapes.
I think I said the last time they played that the band were a competent
garage/rockabilly backing band and that I hoped that there could be enough
studio trickery to produce another album. The album is way more than this,
the curent live band are better too. In the last two years they have matured
into a proper 'Fall' band.
A real sense of urgency pervaded the Fall's gig at the Liquid Room in
Edinburgh tonight. We'd rushed across Edinburgh to get there by nine, hoping
we were on the guestlist. Fortunately when we arrived there were tickets
left as the usual guestlist farce ensued. Doormen are the worst people to
have in charge of bits of paper with names on, no matter how many times you
explain why you think you're down or spell your name, they can't link that
to the paper in their hand. Anyhow... As we're paying in a couple are being
turned away and told to come back about ten - Cream is on after the Fall.
The ticket bloke looks at us like we've just landed and wonders if we still
want to go in, even though it's just before nine and tickets are 12 quid.
Course we do, it's the Fall. What fucking planet is he from?
Inside and unfortunately I can't find Toby, the venue is absolutely packed.
Just enough time to get a pint, not enough time to finish a piss though and
the band are onstage (the last two times I've seen the band in Edinburgh
I've missed the very start by thinking that any announcement that the band
are due in 2 mins means at least 15 by MES's watch). Everyone bar the bold
boy come on and launch into an instrumental WB followed swiftly by Touch
Sensitive. MES greats us with the traditional "Good evening we are the Fall"
a custom he just had to revive. He then finishes the sentence with "...and
we've got about 30mins before you are chucked out". Ominous. It's
immediately obvious that MES is on top form tonight - his delivery of Touch
Sensitive and then The Joke are spot on. I reckon the delivery of "five
years in a PC camp" says all you'll need to know about how a Fall gig will
go. And tonight it's urgent. And I've just got to point out that his rather
saucy ending of TS made me snigger "Touch Sensitive....To the hilt!".
Nev breaks some strings during TS and spends the rest of the song fixing it,
eventually heading backstage to get another guitar - he doesn't return until
late into Way Round. However Julia's got the riff down, and her
unaccompanied strum sounds much better than the two guitar version that'll
happen tomorrow in Glasgow. MES also does his patented percussion technique,
picking up Nev's mike and banging it against his own. Round about this time
he also does his backing up to the bass drum and sticking his mike inside
routine. Julia's DATs and keyboards are a welcome addition, adding another
dimension to Way Round although they could've been louder.
For me, there are three tracks that work best live for this lineup - Way
Round, Antidotes and Dr Bucks Letter - all three of which work because
they've got depth. The return of keyboards and an extra guitar fill out the
sound and also let Nev and Adam concentrate more on their individual roles.
Both guys I'm much more impressed with since seeing them last. Towards the
end of Antidotes, an empty tumbler hits MES on the arm as he prowls the
stage. He pretends to ignore it, and shortly returns it to the thrower,
laughing, shaking his hand and telling him "fill it up next time". Bet that
doesn't make it into the reviews.
Dr Buck's Letter is introduced with a brief "Moderninity, what does it mean
to you and me?". Just how good is this song? I've been wandering around all
week humming the bassline and guitar riff. You can see how much the band
enjoy playing it - both nights Nev has a large grin on his face, shakes his
head and affects an arrogant swagger as he plays the opening riff. MES has
fun with the lyrics changing them a fair bit and playing with the list -
"sunglasses always an essential item. In a British Railway magazine", "jd
salinger cathcher in the rye". Since the recording, the song seems to have
evolved slightly - there's more about Dr Buck's Letter causing depression in
the live version and how this leads to the radio and magazine. But the
recorded version, and the two live versions I've heard show the whole story
in fractured pieces. This intrigues me very much as it links back lyrically
to the break in Ten Houses of Eve, MES's tape splicing techniques and the
current live performance. Live just now there are a lot of times when MES
leaves the lyrics out completely, relying on singing the rhythm (uh-uh uh-uh
uh) or doing the wahwah thing from Code Selfish or the banging the mike
thing. It's all playing with the performance and sound, kind of doing a
producers job live. I think it's most like watching a live dub dj. Anyway,
on these performances I don't think he does it from a lazy, drunk or
obnoxious viewpoint. I'm sure he's letting the noise speak for itself -
although he's still quick to pick up the band when they make a mistake.
Steering back on course....one particular new lyric in Dr Buck's Letter that
stands out is "[the letter says] you are depressed, you are suffering from
rhinocerosis, you need special treatment, shout and scream at all your
co-colleagues" this is followed by a shriek of "it was dr buck's letter".
It's amusing and serious at the same time.
Hands Up Billy follows but is quickly aborted as time is running short.
We're coming down to the wire, the pace is picking up and MES is playing the
hurry up game. I'm still trying to work out what MES sings early in HUB -
later on it's just rhythmic. The band are told by MES "we can do one more
then come back for and encore. folding, do folding". We actually get three
more - F'oldin Money, Hot Runes and an instrumental Ol' Gang which was
introduced with "Curfew Time!".
When they come back for the encore we get Birthday Song which is the only
change of pace in the set, a clipped And Therein (eek! out of tune guitars)
and Sons of Temperance. MES did tell them to play Two Librans, which I was
dying to hear but I guess the DATs or keyboards weren't set up in time and
Temperance had to do.
MES signs of with what signs like "ok we're going to get off now...kicked
off...kicked off..don't complain to me...night night" which came across as
quite touching. I think you'd have to hear the tape to understand what I
mean. Not the words of a monster or alcohol fuelled tyrant.
As the band leave the stage, Nev and Adam fiddle with their guitars and
bring a nice howl of feedback which matches the scowl on Nev's face. I
wouldn't be best pleased either if a venue mark up your tickets by two quid
on the night and then chuck you offstage just after 9.45. The crowd give the
stagehands a good howl as they come to turn off the amps.
All in, I guess the Fall were onstage for about 40 mins. It seemed a lot
shorter. The band performed brilliantly under pressure, the best I've seen
this lineup. As MES says "it always comes in threes and fours" I hope three
and four come in the remaining gigs and the rain keeps off.
That setlist in full :-
WB (instrumental) / Touch Sensitive / The Joke / Way Round / Antidotes / Dr
Buck's Letter / Hands Up Billy (aborted) / F-Oldin' Money / Hot Runes / Ol'
Gang (instrumental) / Birthday Song / Sons of Temperance
26 Nov 2000 - Glasgow - The Garage
Rob McIntosh:
Fall: The Garage, Glasgow, 26/11/00:
Strolled into the Garage at 9. Sudden awful panic as we hear Way Round
in full flight upstairs. Charge up stairs to find that things have been
happening without us. The hall is really rocking. The sound is awesome
and MES looks to be in very fine and direct form (one advantage of an
early show). How many have we missed? Someone says one song, others say
four or five. I believe the guy who says three cos he can name two of
them (Touch Sensitive, The Joke). Had been hoping they would open with
WB am now hoping they didn’t. No matter, we get Antidotes followed by
a hilarious, almost perky rendition of Dr. Buck’s letter. MES
conversationally paraphrasing the Essence of Tong and drawling bits of
Dropout Boogie whilst doing that new tic he has developed, scrutinising
the back of his left hand so you would thing his lyrics are on it. Some
pissed idiot woman has spotted my tape machine and decides it is amusing
to keep screeching “Are you recoooording this? Reaaaallly?” into it. As
I move around to avoid her, I realise that it is not Tommy at the drums
but some American stand up look-alike instead. He keeps a very tight
beat and so what if he keeps it right through the dropout sections on
Cyber and 10 Houses, it really puts momentum into the band’s playing.
All seem to be enjoying themselves. Adam has developed a workmanlike
style that befits his post. Nevile is still a cocky bastard and my mate
still thinks he is a sex God. Julia tinkers unobtrusively and Mark is
very well behaved indeed. Big fat riffs and smiles all round. My
brother, for some reason he can’t express, keeps saying that the new
album reminds him of Extricate. I am just beginning to see what he means
- there is something in the freshness and uncluttered solidity of the
sound that recalls that era. The high points are many but especially
concentrated in the two lots of encores. For the first, MES comes out
alone having donned his leather jacket for a bit of muttered crooning
and skulking. He performs Birthday Song to a backing tape and it’s
lovely. A nice reversal of the usual pattern as the band follow him out
to their own rounds of applause. 10 Houses next still the
speed-fuelled version it became on the last tour. And then… bloody hell!
Paintwork!!! It’s a wonderful meandering version that seems so
definitive I can’t imagine they will be back. After a further 10 mins,
though, they are, finishing with a full on punk rock Hey! Student. The
energy is amazing and elicits some dangerously violent action from the
blokes down the front. The Fall are great. They excited me as much as I
can remember them ever doing. So elevated was my mood that I even found
and apologised to the drunk woman for having earlier told her to fuck
off! She said she had not seen The Fall for nine years and was
“disappointed”. I laughed in her face!
Touch Sensitive/Joke/Another?… Way Round/Antidotes/Doctor Buck/Hands Up
Billy/Foldin Money/Two Librans/Sons of Temperance/And Therein/Hot
Runes/Cyber Insekt… Birthday Song/10 Houses/Paintwork… Hey! Student.
Maurice:
Edinburgh
(no particular order - very drunk!)
Intro/WB???
Touch Sensitive
The Joke
Dr Bucks Letter
Way Round
Antidotes
Hands Up Billy - Mark scoured his notes as Nev did vocals (looking uncomfortable) and then aborts it by saying 'FHoldin Money' and then takes Nev's mic away.
FHoldin' Money
Sons of Temperance
And therein
Birthday
Glasgow
Much better gig than Edinburgh. Nice venue, atmosphere, crowd.
Support band Groop (that dancer!), had to be a piss take.
Great entrance by mark clad in black leather jacket etc.
(Again no particular order)
Didn't recognise opening instrumental (good though!)
The Joke
Dr Bucks Letter
Two Librans (what a great track this is)
Antidotes
Way Round
Hands Up Billy
Ten Houses Of Eve
That CD You Hold In Your Hand (4 seconds of)
And therein
Birthday (Mark on stage on his own, made reference to 'cobblestones', touches of Edinburgh man)
Cyber Insekt
Paintwork
Hey Student
Shame they stopped serving at 10pm and just cleared everybody out
No Tom on drums for both gigs.
27 Nov 2000 - Sheffield - Sheffield University
29 Nov 2000 - Manchester - Jilly's Rock World
Simon:
absolutely fanfuckingtastic! I have NEVER seen them better!
hurt anyone that gets in your way!
Yousef:
wow. last night i saw something frighteningly close to being the best band
in the world (ever). unfortunately i had to get the pissing fucking cunting
deathtrap train and so had to leave just after 11pm (seven songs in(!)).
the sound was fantastic; really, really loud with a sort of weird grating
metallic edge. one mate said it made him feel "like a tuning fork", which
i'm certain can only be a good thing.
is this sort of form par for the course at the moment? fucking railways. all the
bloody 2nd rate fall gigs i've stood thru over the last couple of years and
i have to miss 2/3 of an absolute stormer.
30 Nov 2000 - Leeds - Irish Centre
Ian W:
The last time I saw The Fall was 2 years ago at this same venue - a good
performance but the tension within the band was obvious, and I left feeling
that it really was the last time I would see The Fall........
.....Two albums later, what a transformation. A confident, relaxed
performance, mainly consisting of Unutterable material (I think it's
significant that the best received songs on the night are from the new
album). The audience was relatively quiet, but appreciative. The sound was
excellent, two encores - a professional job all round.
I went with my girlfriend - not a Fall fan, she's heard a few odd tracks and
not really liked them - She was totally amazed at how good the sound/music
was - shame about the singer though, but the guitarist is cute.
Sorry I can't give you a setlist, but I was too busy enjoying myself - they
played pretty much what has been listed before.
Onstage about 45 mins, not including the encores.
slangking:
A top gig, the Fall were note for note perfect except for Paintwork at the end, which was sloppy but magic.
with new zealand native impressions from Nev (who got some banter from Smith during Birthday) (encore #1 I think) about *his* (Nev's) birthday.
Highlights for me :
Doctor Bucks Letter - excellent live and many lyric tweaks to the recorded version.
Knowledge that D Gedge colours his hair.
the support band Groop were very very good.
chat to mes' sister who was selling very good new black fall tshirts and large black badges. photo (and set list) of one to follow shortly.
Fall drummer. Roll on roll on!
the crowd was a lot less then on previous meetings at the same venue.
Josef:
WB
Touch Sensitive
The Joke
Two Librans
Antidote
Ketamine Sun
And therin...
F'oldin Money
Cyber Insekt
Sons of Temperance
Way Round
Hands up Billy
Birthday Song (NW B/day the night before)
Hey! Student
Paintwork (6 mins plus)
On form. A very quiet Irish Centre at Leeds witnessed a knockout Fall
perfomance. Very well played indeed.
A very interesting support group, Groop, led by a very scary looking french
girl on flute and synth, and a sazzy female greek spiritual leader who
mainly pranced around the stage looking stoned (a v. good Nico impression)
with a tamborine. Spititualized meets Velvets meets Pink Floyd meets Can.
The most interesting support group i've seen in a long time.
Back to the Fall then. The last time they played at Leeds was an indication
that they were up to summat, and now we know what. The new album and this
gig: The Fall haven't produce such quality since at least the early '90's.
It also sorrta gives a bit of emphases on the recent stuff too, that the MS
wasn't actually that bad at all. Infact I've heard it said that
Levitate/MS/Unutterable all compliment each other like Grotesque/RTL/HEH or
TWAFWF/TNSG/Bend Sinister. Tis true.
Haven't heard any reports of the other gigs, but a six minute version of
Paintwork as an encore really put the cherry on a very big cream cake.
1 Dec 2000 - Whitley Bay - The Dome
Previews ta to Trifon:
This is what they say about The Fall...
Mark E Smith's Fall are now into their twenty fourth year on the circuit with countless albums down the line. They still consistently deliver and their live shows are no less than exhilarating ! You never forget a Fall gig, you never forget the first time you hear a Fall song. They're rich, full of natural badness and contain plenty of artificial ingredients. The Fall have never used false histrionics, dry ice or lasers to grab the crowd. Making a sound like they do, with a vocalist who sings like he does, they've never needed to.
and a review:
Fucking WOW!!!
This was excellent stuff. Mark really means it again. It's amazing the
difference when he's not pissed out of his head. And the band, possibly
because they are doing mostly their own stuff, are supremely confident. It
all seems to feed off itself. Songs like Serum, which are quite intricate
and would have been potential disasters a few months ago are performed in
even greater detail than on The Unutterable. I took a set list but it is
different to what actually happened - MES seemed to be altering it on an
ad-hoc basis. I can't remember the exact set but there wasn't anything that
hasn't already been played this tour. I love the new version of Paintwork
though for a time it seemed to shamble along until it focused. An hour and
45 minutes including two encores, which concluded with a mammoth Ol' Gang -
the new keyboard sounds in this remind me of something I can't quite place
yet?
Some good humour too when Mark ad libbed "We thought we were in Whitby, we
thought we were in the wrong town."
Any chance of keeping Spencer on drums? Tom has his strong points (brute
force) but seems one paced and unadaptable compared to Spencer.
2 Dec 2000 - Leicester - Princess Charlotte
Paul Hopkins:
If Wednesday night at Jilly's represented the quintessential display of The
Fall in ultra-tight, disciplined mode - and I think it did - then tonight
was party time. Both gigs were absolute classics, but I think Leicester was
ultimately more memorable because you don't often get to see the group so
playful and cheerful (which isn't to say that the music wasn't transcendent
at times).
The venue was small and cosy. 300 or so there, I'd say, with the usual oldie
contingent but quite a few young 'uns too and some pretty spirited movement.
I don't think the audience knew their Fall as well as some - the
singalonga-F'oldin Money didn't come off as well as it sometimes does - but
they liked what they heard.
The support band canceled. The Fall came on at about 10.15, and went off at
12ish, which by my reckoning makes it a marathon performance. This set list
is from memory and provisional - I think all the tracks are covered here,
but I probably haven't got the order exactly right:
Serum (instrumental)
Touch Sensitive
The Joke
And Therein
Dr. Buck's Letter
Hands Up Billy
F-oldin Money
Serum
Antidotes
- Intermission -
Sons of Temperance
1st encore:
Hey Student
Cyber Insekt
Way Round
(Birthday Song)
2nd encore:
Paintwork
3rd encore:
A Fall ensemble dance performance
Champagne was present on stage to mark the last night of the tour, and
throughout the performance MES was charmingly good-natured. Examples:
- He did the intro to Hands Up Billy, then put the mic stand in front of
Nev for him to take up the vocal. The mic fell to the floor - MES
solicitously reattached it for Nev with a smile
- Dr. Buck's Letter petered out rather unexpectedly just as they got to the
Amex part (presumably because the DAT didn't go on quite as long as it
should have). Rather than react angrily, as you might expect, MES continued
acapella for a few lines and then broke into laughter
- Can you imagine him saying this to an audience: "We're just going to have
a 10 minute break. Do you mind?". Well, he did.
In fact, Mark was positively voluble tonight, in contrast to his usual total
lack of in-between-song patter. He said something about leaving his bag of
lyrics in the dressing room (again with a laugh, not a scowl), and later we
got "And they say the IRISH can't dance.." (though I thought there were some
pretty good dancers in the audience).
He knob-fiddled and guitar-fucked a LOT. During Antidotes, he got Nev's
guitar out of tune so Nev just took it off and stood there, hands in
pockets, grinning tolerantly, while the others finished it off. I think
that's why they went off stage for a bit. There was no direct entrance to
the stage - the band had to just walk through the crowd and climb up, and to
start with there was no-one up there to re-adjust things. When they came
back, they had a couple of people with them to attend to that, including
Eddie, the singer from their support band at Jilly's, Trigger Happy, who
turned out to be their tour manager too.
So things were kind of scrappy here and there. But as has been mentioned a
lot over the last couple of weeks, this band is in top form, without a weak
link. The new drummer is very good - maybe they could go back to the two
drummer lineup, eh? I think Adam's bass style is getting more distinctive
now, thundering rather than guitarry-sounding if that makes any sense. Nev
and Julia have got a real synergy going, and in fact the whole band sounds
much more than the sum of their parts to a noticeably greater degree than at
the RFH show a couple of months ago. Mark's voice is strong, with really
expressive intonation and spot-on timing. He sounds revitalised. I want some
of what he's having.
Oh, and that ensemble dance performance - the music sounded familiar, and I
could almost swear it was a reworking of Extricate. Nev, Adam and Spencer
(is that the drummer's name?) came on and boogied a little, then Julia, MES
and a couple of others I don't know joined them, then some of the audience
including me for a few seconds. It was brilliant. Then there was a little
mic-passing - including a challenge by Rob to fight one of Trigger Happy,
which the guy looked alarmingly eager to accept - and we were done. There
were magic moments from start to finish, many of which I'm sure I've
forgotten to include here. A top night.
Ian Leaver:
Well I suppose I've seen them thirty odd times since 1980 and last night
was one of the very best. Absolutely fucking brilliant, with the
extended encore of Paintwork (which they didn't do a fortnight ago at
Rock City) a particular gem. Mark was on top form; I haven't seen him
looking so fit and well for a long time. Thoroughly enjoying himself
and bouncing about like a youngster. Before Paintwork the entire band
returned to the stage and danced about encouraging us to shout louder
for the encore. Even MES! Quite superb.
Chris Kemp:
A very good gig...but then from someone who sees them once a year anything is a treat.
A few points...
1. And Therin wears a little thin..
2. Encores are great especially Hey! Student
3. C. Insekt, Sons, etc all work well
4. Two sort of fights add to the interest
5. Paintwork is storming...and long.
6. Splashed by the beer tin that Nev threw in the audience.
7. Started at 10.30 finished 12.00... well worth £8.
sjr:
*- Can you imagine him saying this to an audience: "We're just going to have
*a 10 minute break. Do you mind?". Well, he did.
Not out of concern for the audience, mind... it was a tongue-in-cheek
comment on the 'staged encore' cliche, archly announced as the band were
taking their instruments off to 'rush back' into the dressing room for
the first time. Top comic moment of the gig along with the 'fall take a
bow' trademark waggle-dance. All very theatrical.
Definitely the finest Fall gig I have been to since the early nineties.
Cyber Insekt was particularly good, excellent distorted-and-then-not-
distorted bass sound, quite different from the LP versh. Hands Up Billy
seemed to have achieved live classic status, and Sons Of Temperance
worked completely and beautifully live.
Media Unutterable reviews:
NME:
The Unutterable
Well one thing's for sure: with the opening 'Cyber Insekt', 'The
Unutterable' contains the best Fall song about an insect since 'Ladybird
(Green Grass)' from 1993's benchmark in excellence, 'The Infotainment Scan'.
On these peculiar details all Fall albums tend to be judged, largely because
they're comparable to little else. Mark E Smith's zeitgeist-monitoring radar
picks up many things, and though a notable affection for the styles of
trance and UK garage is not in evidence (he does, however, admit to being
"in the realm of the essence of Tong" on 'Dr Bucks' Letter'), this is as
vital and relevant as The Fall have sounded for a considerable length of
time.
Meaning Smith has finally settled on a backing unit he can trust (he even
allows guitarist Neville Wilding to write and sing swamp-thrash number
'Hands Up Billy'); a band who bestow the subsequent relentless grainy chug
with an urgency and imagination and lighten the load by sprinkling sparky
synth washes over the brilliant 'Cyber Insekt' and 'Everything
Hurtz'-affiliate, 'Das Katerer'.
He might currently be rocking the foppish retired Naval Officer look in
promotional photos, but Smith remains dependably bilious and enjoyable.
Wrapped in barbed logic and off-kilter techno production, his scattershot
observations take in Oprah Winfrey, Peace Studies and Chechnya on 'Two
Librans', his hatred of roundabouts ('Way Round'), a list of his five
essential items (sunglasses, CDs, Palm Pilot, mobile phone, Amex card -
priceless info for all ageing Fall fans) and a foray into polite dinner jazz
in which he celebrates his favourite meal, 'Pumpkin Soup And Mashed
Potatoes'.
"What would life be like without music and comedy?" he asks on 'Devolute'.
Like life without a regular Fall album: pretty dull.
Piers Martin
from music365.com
Reviews THE FALL: The Unutterable (Eagle)
Professional curmudgeon Mark E Smith makes another claim for Grade Two listing
New material from The Fall arrives with the predictable regularity of the Queen's Christmas speech. And just like Her Maj, Mark E Smith has little to say or offer by way of new ideas.
So welcome what feels like The Fall's 737th album 'The Unutterable'. Over the decades, they've produced some wonderfully acerbic and singular albums that have set them aside as a unique national treasure. And yet somewhere along the way, The Fall have become a grotesque parody of their former selves.
'The Unutterable' is however not without its saving graces. The rockabilly drums and sweeping keyboards of 'Cyber Insekt', the scything guitars of 'Two Librans' and the tech-paranoid urgency of 'Way Round' stand up proudly against anything from The Fall's vast back catalogue. But things begin to come apart with the second rate sludge of 'Octo Realm/Ketamine Sun' or the cod-lounge plod of 'Pumpkin Soup and Mashed Potatoes', a track that's Harry Connick Jr after a cut price credibility transplant.
Much like its chief architect, 'The Unutterable' is an album that switches itself onto auto pilot too easily, cruising aimlessly along. And given Mark E Smith's pedigree, that's just not good enough. 5/10
Julian Marszalek
Mark Prindle:
http://www.geocities.com/markprindle/falla.html#utter
a BBC article on The Fall
http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/uk/newsid_1037000/1037627.stm
From The Times, Friday (ta to Paul Hopkins):
JUST WHO DOES MR. GRUMPY THINK HE IS?
POP: Mark E. Smith, leader of the Fall, is captain of the awkward squad. That
didn't deter Tom Cox
My last encounter with the Fall's Mark E, Smith was during his band's set at
the 1999 Reading Festival, where, nose streaming with blood (he'd just had a
customary punch-up with a fellow band member), he chased me and some friends
from the rear of the stage with a fusillade of beer cans, and, cornering us,
shook my female companion savagely by her lapels. Does he know this?
Doubtful, but I don't intend to jog his memory - or not just yet.
For 23 years, Smith has revelled in his reputation as the most difficult man
in British pop. The line-up of the Fall changes as often as musical fashions,
but the Smith sound - obstuse, industrial, surreal, uniquely English -
doesn't. "The Fall - always different but always the same," his biggest fan,
the DJ John Peel, has said. With a series of onstage brawls and sackings,
Smith has spent the last five years consolidating his stubborn, autocratic
mystique.
He suggests we find a pub. He seems wired, hyper. "You'll have to forgive me:
I'm a bit geed up for the gig. Know what I mean?" he explains.
When we arrive at the pub, he's alternately charming, defensive and
incomprehensible, becoming less of the former as the beer flows. I ask him
where in Manchester he lives. He says Salford, "a bit of a put-off to
people", then gripes, "Is this really necessary? It's a bit like New
Journalism, this, isn't it? 'And then I was drug addict'..."
An acquaintance of mine claims to have taught him art at the University of
East Anglia. Smith is outraged. "I didn't go to college! I left school at 16
and worked as a clerk and a docker. Too many rumours flyin' round."
He honestly seems to believe that people are constantly talking about him
behind his back. And, in a way, he's right. Smith has bever been anything
more than indie famous, never had a proper hit, yet meet any British rock
musician from the past two decades and the chances are he will have a Smith
anecdote.
"I don't read my own press, 'cause when you do, you start trying to live up
to your image," he explains. It's the sort of thing you expect Steven Tyler
or Jon Bon Jovi to say, not a bloke who probably wouldn't be recognosed in
his local Asda. In fact, Smith doesn't read the music press.
But you still write songs about contemporary bands, don't you? Didn't you
write [the 1993 single] Glam Racket about Suede? "No. With me, what I write,
a lot of people think it's about them, which reveals a lot more about them
than it does about me."
Smith considers himself a writer, first and foremost (he's just returned from
reading his poetry to students at St. Andrew's University). Where does he get
his inspiration? "History. Clerical stuff." He picks up and reads the menu
from our table. "It's things like this that interest me: 'a cosy atmosphere
at the centre of the village'. What does that mean? I mean, where's the
village and what's so f****** cosy about it? You can't hear yourself speak
because of the jukebox!"
You can already hear him turning it over in his mind, adding the traditional
echo with which he punctuates nearly every word that he grunt-sings. "A
cosy-ah atmosphere-ah at the centre-ah of the village-ah." A potential lyric
for the next Fall album.
There's little to be said about the new Fall album, The Unutterable, that
hasn't been said about the 25 before it. It is a little more abrasive than
its predecessor. It features lyrics such as "Cyber insekt-ah! In its-ah
escarpment-ah!" which seem to mean nothing and everything. Ageing journalists
and balding eternal students will revere it for a fortnight, then probably
never listen to it again.
"Somebody said to me recently that there doesn't seem to be a lot of humour
in my lyrics any more, and I think that's what I'm trying to reflect about
society. You can't tell a joke nowadays." But surely if music was a direct
reflection of society it wouldn't be much fun? "No, but that's what I'm
trying to do. There's an English society that needs bringing out. We don't
analyse things; we reflect things. That's why we're called the Fall."
It sudenly becomes clear to me: perhaps "being a good band" isn''t part of
Smith's agenda, and never has been. Perhaps he doesn't see the Fall as a band
at all, but as a big, grumbling machine, sucking up and regurgitating
society's verbal detritus. A duty rather than a mission.
At one point, apropos of nothing, he leans over towards me, and whispers,
"I'll tell you one thing about me. I don't give away my secrets." Then he
does this stare, somewhere between an apoplectic Steptoe Sr. and Jack
Nicholson just after he puts the axe through the door in The Shining. From
here on, things get difficult. He keeps leaning across the table, asking me
frantically if I know what he means and mimicking my questions. Every so
often, he becomes completely charming again but I get the general impression
that I'm going to have trouble easing him through the remainder of the
interview. When I laugh at his story about problems filing a column for an
internet magazine - "took me 14 days to e-mail it; would have been quicker to
just go to the post office at the end of the road" - he seems to think I'm
laughing at him, not with him. When I enquire, innocently, if his current
girlfriend is in the band (a lot of them have been), he snaps, "No, does your
girlfriend work for the f****** Times?" And in retrospect, perhaps I made a
mistake by shouting "Bollocks!" when he told me he didn't have a CD or record
player at home.
It's clearly time to wind things up, but there's just one thing I have to ask
before I go. "Mark, do you remember your show at Reading last year?" "You
talk to me like I'm an old man. Course I remember." "Do you remember some
people standing on the stage during your set?" "Yeah, they were getting in
the way and I f****** threw beer cans at them." "Do you remember who they
were?" He pauses. "I remember everything. I've got a memory like a computer,
me," he says, then gives me that stare again, but I don't stick around long
enough to find out exactly what it means.
and michael's review of Fall reviews:
Jonathan Romney - The Guardian (4/5)
On what must now be about his 250th review of The Fall, Jonathan Romney does what we know he does best: he writes about The Fall, filtered through his own fandom. Shows every sign of having listened both to the new album and many of the previous ones, knows the names of members of the group other than Mark E Smith, and finds so much to say that he doesn't even have room to mention threats of violence. Despite his obvious affection for their work, is not afraid to honestly compare what he sees with the group's usual high standards.
Chris Horrie - BBC Online (3/5)
A refreshingly snide account in a month of generally excellent reviews, Chris Horrie's semi-autobiographical account of a night out at Dingwalls manages to be funny - but we're laughing at you, Chris, not with you... The code of silence generally observed by ex-members of The Fall, if indeed he ever was a member of The Fall, is broken and as usual in this situation, we wonder why he bothered. Managed to coax a smile out of MES, for which any journalist should get an extra point. We await the book.
Tom Cox - The Times (1/5)
A disappointing effort from the trailblazer for many a white male bald 30-something broadsheet reader. Despite his clear-sighted approval of most Fall records, Cox's speciality is in writing about music that no-one else likes until the following week, not in describing the work of groups that have been around for 23 years. As a result, this review falls back on too many of the old staples - including the obtuse belief that Glam Racket is about Suede. Gets a point for the 'cosy atmosphere' line. Seems unaccountably astonished that he can't just wander onto a stage during a group's set without getting stick for it.
Sharon O'Connell - Time Out (3/5)
O'Connell scores points for using words like "skronky", "sonic roughage", and "twig dry". Loses points however for reducing The Fall's world view to "curmudgeonly".
Craig: here is the rundown on Unutterable from the Other Music email newsletter. Some obligatory fall review comments present, others strangely absent..
An incredibly strong sequel to the brilliant "The Marshall Suite"
(Top 5 on my 1999 hit parade). Now I've been hearing the
phrase "Oh, another Fall album..." from my colleagues for years
and years and years. Inevitably, the tone is rather dismissive and
accompanied by an exasperated roll of the eyes, followed by
maybe "I can't believe they're still around..." or even "I thought
Mark E. Smith was in prison or dead or something." Perhaps Picasso
endured such indignities midway through his own career. And rather
like Picasso's work, all the elements that make up "The Unutterable"
are by now quite familiar, if not very nearly cliché. Post-punk
fuzz-guitars, furious polyrhythmic vamps, rockabilly twangs,
Smith's inimitable snarl-sing-speak stream-of-consciousness, etc.
are here somehow deconstructed and reassembled factory-fresh. Mark
E. Smith declared recently: "If it's just me and your grandmother
on the bongos, it's still The Fall!" After 24 years and
forty-something albums of dizzyingly high quality, and while he
might in fact more resemble your grandmother these days than
Picasso, his work will stand. Mark, my word-uh! [JG]
Trifon:
And a (cliche free) review from Get Rhythm's web page of The Unutterable;
Mark E. Smith once sung the line "life should be full of strangeness, like a rich painting." The Unutterable certainly abides by this principle. The Fall sound constantly mutates within eternal parameters - a thunderous rhythm section (usually with the trademark aural assault bass) and/or bizarre electronic experimentation, repetition and shifting dynamics, keyboard discord and either droning or strangulated metal-hell guitar.
Last year’s album ‘The Marshall Suite’ saw the debut of new, much younger and untried musicians and blooded them in. This has been consolidated and Smith, as he promised, has brainwashed the fledglings into the ways of The Fall. This process is reflected in the initial impact The Unutterable leaves on the listener - raw, punky and fervent. But The Unutterable has other barbs and angles too. The meaty rock-rockabilly riffs such as the stunning ‘Two Librans’ and ‘Hands Up Billy’ gradually give way to the nirdling, explorational electronica via hybrids like Serum. Both styles act as appropriate backdrops (or veils) to Mark E’s themed ‘cut and paste’ lyric collection accumulated in a carrier bag since the last LP for confetti scattering over his latest racket. It needs saying that The Unutterable sees Smith at his wordiest for a long time though the usual subjects are referenced - celebrities (this time Oprah, Pete Tong, Alan Brazil amongst others), drugs (in the extraordinarily powerful ‘Ketamine Sons’), politics (‘Devolute’) and, a particularly frightening subject for him, an alcohol-free police state (‘Sons of Temperance’). Surprises on the LP are a Fall jazz song (probably the LP’s only downer) and the guest vocals of Kazuko Hohki of the Frank Chickens on ‘Cyber Insekt’.
On average, Mark E. Smith has written a new song every month since he left school and the best on his new LP is as good as any. Such a fertile mind is an unexampled though undervalued national asset. Through it, ‘The Unutterable’ builds anew in The Fall’s unparalleled universe.
Ta to Arjan, from MOJO:
THE FALL - The Unutterable
yet another label for yet another Fall LP...
It hasn't been a great few years for Mark E. Smith. Having lost essential
Fall guys like bassist Steve Hanley, Smith's undisguised contempt for anyone
shooting a stage with him has meant that the music often sounded like a
shoddy after-thought to his increasingly bizarre rhetoric. But The
Unutterable is The Fall's most musically exciting LP since 1990's Extricate.
The twisted Way Back explicitly harks back to that fantastic album, an
unseemly collision of Link Wray and Pet Shop Boys. Even better is the
fearsome Two Librans, based around the best Fall riff since Wings. There are
even welcome flashes of Smith's black-as-far humour: on the sunny Octo
Realm/ Ketamine, the band introduce themselves with "I'm smartarse". An
unutterable pleasure. (John Mullen)
john:
http://www.lollipop.com/issue39/39-2-10.html
margaret:
The Wisdom Of Harry session broadcast on Peel last night included their rendition of Rebellious Jukebox
Andrew:
....and no-one mentioned Low breaking into a cover of My New House when
they were on last week.
Chris H.... put Doctor Buck into Google and it gave me:
http://www.drbukk.com/
There are plenty of Dr Bucks; this one is probably more fun than the
would-be Drain Commissioner's website:
http://www.geology.unsw.edu.au/Staff/Buck/BuckVolcs.html
Bruce:
Subject: from Usenet
are there any 'puter whiz kids out there that could make some mods to
"the sims" , whereupon u could play "Sim Fall" trawling a bleak mancunian
landscape for submissive band members, soon to be sacked for slight
misdemeanors such as growing moustaches or being present when mes is in a
nark,,,, slowly watching the master evolve into something akin to dustin
hoffman in little big man,,, any ideas?
also:
(some junk mail I received)
http://www.northcoast.com/~btiffee/mesmastercard.jpg
and:
Fall entry from 'Christgau's Consumer Guide: Albums of the '90s'
the skinny on 1990s Fall according to the "Dean."
http://www.northcoast.com/~btiffee/xgau.jpg
al:
Continuing the adventures of Thomas Beale, ship's surgeon
and all-round cephalopod molester...
(When last we met, Beale had encountered an octopus
trying to make its way back to the sea after the
tide had retreated).
"I however endeavored to prevent its career, by
pressing on one of its legs with my foot, but
although I made use of considerable force for
that purpose, its strength was so great that it
several times quickly liberated its member, in
spite of all the efforts I could employ in this
way on the wet and slippery rocks. I now laid hold
of one of the tentacles with my hand, and held it
firmly, so that the limb appeared as if it would
be torn asunder by our united strength. I soon
gave it a powerful jerk, wishing to disengage it
from the rocks to which it clung so forcibly
by its suckers, which it effectually resisted;
but the moment after, the apparently engaged
animal lifted its head with its large eyes
projecting from the middle of its body, and
letting go of its hold on the rocks, suddenly
sprang upon my arm, which I had previously
bared to the shoulder, for the purpose of
thrusting it into holes in the rocks to
discover shells, and clung with its suckers
to it with great power, endeavoring to get
its beak, which I could now see, between the
roots of its arms, in a position to bite!"
More soon...
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