Alfred J Prufrock would be proud of me
More dirrrrrty fuzzzzzzed-up garageband Know Your Enemy rocking.
I love the way this song builds up. The first verse seems pretty plain and understated, then the obvious build-up bridge happens with the ever strenghtening drumbeat and finally the song bursts into its ragged, muddy, organ-flavoured chorus. And then it pretty much does the same until the fake ending but with more momentum. And the small outro is a fun little afterthought.
My Guernica isn’t a particularly brilliant track, I can readily admit it. On its own it isn’t exactly earthshaking. Sure, its rawness and muddiness sounds pretty cool and the song really kicks into a nice gear during the chorus but it doesn’t leave such a grand impression as the other tracks of the similar vein on Know Your Enemy. In My Guernica’s case though, it’s all about the context. It sounds just right on the album exactly where it is located, as a bridge between the sweet and gentle His Last Painting and the fuzzy rocker turned up to 11 that is The Convalescent.
The funny thing is though that Wire said during the Know Your Enemy era that it was one of his favourite songs on the album. Which makes it even more mindboggling why this has never got a live airing. Hell, the gritty rocker sound was born for a live airing. This band is weird.