Pathetic acts for a worthless cause
Every Manics album opens up with a fast, anthemic rock monster (well, okay, The Holy Bible only arguably) except This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours. A quiet drum machine bops in silence before the calm strum of an acoustic guitar shows up. During the next six minutes, The Everlasting grows into one of the band’s most heartfelt moments.
Being so different from the four former Manics openers before this album, The Everlasting sets the mood of the album immediately. Calm, melancholy, acoustic-driven, not afraid to take its time, epic. Wire’s lyrics begin to ignore the political and universal aspects of the band’s former lyrics, focusing on himself and his personal space – in the case of this song, getting older.
Speaking of lyrics, The Everlasting contributes the sole stumble in the lyrical aspect of This Is My Truth. Otherwise being the album with the best Manics lyrics (Wire is really in an amazing form on this one), the momentum is slightly broken by amateurish comparison rhyme of “the world is full of refugees/they’re just like you and just like me”. It’s something you get over as time passes, but it always stands as that one fault in an otherwise flawless album. Even the band cringes at it.
One of my very favourite opener songs ever.
The video is an alright one, doesn’t really toss emotions one way or another. The fires on it got censored away on some regions and Sean lipsynching to the song is a random sight. The single edit is pretty wonky because the song really works with its length but at least it’s not a complete rape like Motorcycle Emptiness’ one.
The Everlasting remix bunch is a swell bunch. The Stealth Sonic Orchestra remix strips down the original a bit, focusing moreso on the string section. It’s really quite beautiful. Of the two Deadly Avenger remixes, the more atmospheric Psalm 315 mix is my favourite while the more beat-emphasised 69th St mix doesn’t do much of an impression. Both have a niftily dark atmosphere however.
The single sleeve quotes are as follows: “Perhaps my best years are gone but I wouldn’t want them back, not with the fire in me now” by Samuel Beckett and “I’ve always wanted and never succeeded in painting a smile” by Francis Bacon.