Now, at least to my knowledge, this Japanese maxi-single is the only release that features the song Black Boy Lane. In my opinion, 'tis the best record that the band has put out to date! It embodies everything we fans associate with Pete, and the songwriting, as well as the performance, are just brilliant.An overwhelming sense of despair and agony, yet also a stubborn, 'contra mundum', lust for life, haunt me every time I listen to the lovely little number. The bluesy poetry of the lyrics (...there's a bullet with my name), the obscure silhouettes Doherty barely sketches, and the things he doesn't say, render a modern day version of Victorian low-life, in which he himself stars as the decadent bohemian. Like all the rest of his material (no matter that quality varies), it's deeply personal, vulnerable, and artfully exhibitionalistic.
In a rather apocalyptic environment, where Brett Anderson is caught dabbling at a cover version of some Christina Aguilera song in his studio, Blair's humble Albion desperately needs Pete's sincerity.