This is a cunning stunt right up there with launching the campaign for your new album with a gig in Cuba.
And how would you like your rage? Tinny and with a Stylophone solo? Or bloated cock-rock? Well thanks to the new-look Manics (that Mr Potato Head vibe is [I]so[/I] this summer), you can have both. Proving that marketing is the one true art form yet to be completely exhausted, their groundbreaking decision to release two singles simultaneously really is a stroke of genius, an event future generations might talk about for seconds, maybe even minutes.
That ‘So Why So Sad’ (fragrant Beach Boys/Rolf Harris pastiche) and ‘Found That Soul’ (honky-tonk Whitesnake) are bereft of any redeemable features and slot nicely into the Manics’ decade-old canon of self-righteous mediocrity is neither here nor there: this is a cunning stunt right up there with launching the campaign for your new album with a gig in Cuba. Just imagine: for one night only, the Buena Vista Socialist Club – the touching story of how a group of old men, massively out of touch with reality, are reunited through their love of money, sorry, music. Also appearing in no particular order: Designer Politics, Sew-On Anarchy and Middle-Age Spread (late addition).