We don’t want your fucking love
I swear this song has the daftest remixes in the entire Manics catalogue. There’s four different ones (+ the instrumental versions), they all sound the frigging same and they’ve all got this hilarious 90’s old school hip-hop/funk groove to them. They’re pure comedy and the wacky armada of them is the cherry on the top.
Oh yeah, the actual song. The only time the band has gone on the Hey Jude -route and created a long outro that just begs to be sang along at gigs till the end of the world. Manics have self-control though and both the album version and the rather faithful live cuts tend to cut the song relatively early on during the final climax. But even in its small state, it’s just another little case of the stadium rock feeling the entire Gold Against the Soul is.
(as a disclaimer, I’ve got nothing against said singalong outros. In fact, I find them awesome. Carry on)
This is of course the song that also introduced us to the “forever delayed” term that then pretty much became the band’s theme line. It’s also their only single with a swear word and the trauma from the downright silly “ro-ses in theee hos-pee-taaaaaal” line stretching that replaced the naughty part in the radio edit is probably why there’s never been a swear word in the band’s single choices ever since (outside the absurd Empty Souls censorship, but that didn’t even have a swear). Oh, and musically it’s a very damn groovy five minutes of melancholy lyrics and summery upbeat stadium rock singalong music. It’s probably one of the most upbeat songs they’ve done, sound-wise. Does have its fair share of beauty too.
The video is very 90’s and while it’s a tad messy, it’s enjoyable enough and it’s got a brief climpse of Sean acting.