“There are too many groups, there are too many musicians,” he says later. “And they’re all in it for the wrong reasons. I’m sorry Tony, but they are. I saw this documentary on BBC2 about Pulp or Blur. They’re going, ‘We’re in it because of women or drugs’ What you fucking talking about?”’ They’re saying, ‘We always wanted to be like The Beatles: get women’ Imagine saying that to This Heat [Mark laughs, hysterical] It’s always: ‘Jarvis Cocker would never get a woman unless he was in a group’ So who cares? Good for you boy. Well done. I got more women before I was in The Fall. I had more money before I was in The Fall.”

– Mark E. Smith
(de acá)

Most of the songs are barely distinguishable from each other in their primitive two-chord structures. You’ve heard all this before from such notables as the Seeds, Blue Cheer, Question Mark and the Mysterians, and the Kingsmen. The difference here, the difference which will sell several hundred thousand copies of this album, is in the hype, the thick overlay of teenage-revolution and total-energy-thing which conceals these scrapyard vistas of cliches and ugly noise.


Eso decía el gran Lester Bangs de Kick Out the Jams de MC5. Y no, al viejo Lester no le gustaba una mierda ese disco (me pregunto que habrá pensado entonces de los discos de mierda que grabaron después). En caso de que quieran leer esta reseña entera y muchas otras de uno de los más grandes críticos de rock acá tienen muchos links a sus reseñas en el archivo de la Rolling Stone. Y por dios, que chica que le quedaba esa revista de mierda.