With the Fall it either connects or it's a tuneless racket. The Marmite band of culture. If they do, it becomes firmly fixed in the memory bank, if it doesn't it's a scram out the house screaming.
Mark attracts people from high and low "brow" cultures plus all the outsiders. People like Leigh Bowery, Michael Clarke, George Best, me and you.
Leeds Futurama festival 1979; same stage as Joy Division, the tinny production of Witch Trials and Dragnet was alchemised into a rockin' racket of dischord, complete with the leering deadpan intonation of a northern Perry Rotten.
Lost contact with the people I journeyed with to Leeds at Futurama. A missing two days for us all. We assembled on Monday morn, awestruck by all we witnessed, one commonality, the Fall had struck. Returning home down south, we put on the Fall's records, but how high we turned the volume, they never captivated the moment, all witnessed individually. That was until Slag Slates turned up. Imagine blasting this at Number 11, with Mark and the band cranked really high juggernauting through the back catalogue. It's not that I didn't appreciate Witch Trials or Bingo Master's Breakout, it's just live it turned into something visceral. Sounding utterly sane, they dragged you into the fold.
This album is up there with all the best, there was so much at the time there's not a league table, it all depends on the mood.
This is the sound of the late 70's/early 80's when anything was possible. "Punk" was a broad church, anyone influence by Iggy, Ramones, Pistols was a joiner. This was part of the last post before it all fragmented into wet journo/record company labels.
The Fall took elements of the zeitgeist and warped it into their harmonic sculptures. The lyrics are an attack on what was termed at the time, posers, those who effect a relationship but have no inner core, they simply move on with the essence of a blown dandelion seed to the next cause/band/art/political movement. The focus of his bucolic attack were students and proles, men and women who clung to causes or ways of being, obviously fake, but they kept on going anyway.
Mark the situationist!!!