Silly stupid fucking animals
Out of all acoustic Manics songs, I’d say this is easily in my top 3 or so. A very obscure little gem hidden in a cassette single, very fanboyish of me I know.
I just love the dirty, gritty mood of this. Ramshackle acoustic guitar, lo-fi recording values, violent electric guitar chords, “fuck you” lyrics. Quickly paused into a gentle little lull before turning into spite and anger again. Apparently the band’s attacking a particular mister AA Gills, a Sunday Times journalist who called the Welsh little trolls at one point. They sure hate him. The fact that it’s so ridiculously over-the-top adds to the charm. Hilarity in excess.
Also, congas. Groovy congas.
“You’re just a wasted fuck” has to be the best Manics opening lyric. Or at least the most hilariously blunt way to start a song.