So, it ends not with a whimper, but with a huge fuck-off bang… The last
ever release on Creation Records sounds nothing like the shoestring indie with
which McGee started his label, preferring inchoate white noise and jam-kicking
riffage, as Gillespie whispers faintly impractical (but no less exciting)
revolutionary tracts in the ears of a nation seduced by the Scream‘s
heroic, apocalyptic grooves.
There is, of course, no earthly excuse for not
owning the parent album, ‘Exterminator’, but this single is something of a
historical artefact, and certainly a better testament to the achievements of
McGee’s imprint than the sorry Oasis farrago that’s unravelling about us.
So, Creation Records – we salute thee! Dodgy farmers in Colombia and the hallowed
halls of indie rock will be equally the poorer for your absence.