Click click click click click click himself under
The glorious debut of the equally glorious Sean’s Trumpet. The man can play an instrument that sounds brilliant, why his skill’s not used beyond two songs in the entire discography is completely beyond me. I don’t want the band to start relying on it as a gimmick but you know, it could wonderfully spice up the occasional tune.
Lessee, what else do we have here. Funked up feeling caused by the thick bassline and the disco drum beat. Angular, disjointed atmosphere thanks to James’ quick guitar stabs. Grim, incoherent feel thanks to Richey’s nigh-stream of consciousness lyrics about the photographer who offed himself because of his pictures (one of my very favourite Richey lyrics actually; it does cross the silly border a bit but manages to wave it into cool instead of dim). Ragy, shouty choruses and a harmonic, pretty middle bit with some glorious “oo-oooh” action from Jamesy.
So a pretty brilliant track then.
Also has one of the best Manics videos. So stylish, so entertaining. And the death scenes are always hilarious to watch.
The remixes for this one are pretty nifty. The Stealth Sonic Orchestra remix sounds like an instrumental Bond theme tune or something out of a Bond tribute rather, while Jon Carter’s Busts Loose remix is about 8 minutes of funked-out didgeridoo & trumpet jam. The latter well worth a check.
Sleeve quotes: “When I was a kid I used to get fun out of my horrors” -Eugene O’Neill, “Words themselves – the very material of our discourse increasingly take on masks or disguises” -Dennis Potter.