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Fall : The World Bewitched
This leaves the world bewildered.
that eluded categorisation like
t heir singer eluded anything under 40 per cent proof.
So, obviously, what the world really needs is a two-hour compilation of all the shambolic experimental shit they whacked off on their '90s albums ('Extricate' through 'The Marshall Suite') once the meths kicked in, plus an assortment of Mark E Smith's collaborations with the likes of Elastica, Badly Drawn Boy, Edwyn Collins and Inspiral Carpets, which generally suffer from the band in question trying not to laugh at the piss stains on Mark's trousers throughout. We really need to revisit '4 1/2 Inch', a song which could have been recorded entirely during a fire, the Jon Spencer-during-tonsil-surgery of 'Strychnine', or 'Glam-Racket', in which Marc Bolan's car misses the tree entirely only to crash into a combine harvester full of Semtex. We'll grant them the uncovering of lost treasures 'Noel's Chemical Effluence', 'Blood Outta Stone' and the Inspirals' riotous 'I Want You', but otherwise this leaves the world bewildered.
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