Generic Ratings: 1: Crap. 2: Ok. 3: Good. 4: Great
The Manics return to the theme of the tortured artist using a real life past example as their template, similar to La Tristesse Durera. This is easily one of the best B-Sides of ‘recent’ Manics albums, ticking all of the boxes which made me love them in the first place – fast, heavy, melodic, emotional, and literate. It certainly is not a complicated song, following a rigid verse /chorus formula, but the opening minute ranks among my favourite the band has ever written, with crunching guitars and a scorching Bradfield vocal performance. There isn’t much for Nicky or Sean to do here, though Sean does get to tumble through the chorus in some style.
Misheard Lyric: You put the effort in the corn wheat
Actual Lyrics: You were the avatar, the conduit.