The night’s too lonesome when the heat doesn’t care
Sounds exactly like the title implies. Those boring, lazy days when you have absolutely nothing to do and even if you did, you simply cannot be arsed. So, you just sit or lie and fiddle about with petty crap, push things back, procrastinate and just wallow in your boredom and moan how bored you are.
The song on the other hand is not boring. It’s a Manics acoustic number which somehow got a backing to itself. Some minimal, but heavily pounding drums, some bass, a tad of electric guitar and spice it up with bongocongawhateverongas – probably the only time in MSP history those things have appeared. The chorus is the moment you stand up and promise yourself to straighten up and start actually doing something, in other words takes a bit of melody in the mix and raises it. And then you flop down again.
It’s a nifty song but I really need to question why this in particular was chosen for Lipstick Traces over the band’s many great and fantastic b-sides. This one sounds like it was always doomed to be a b-side and nothing more ever since its birth.