Ranking The Manics Songs: Gold Against The Soul

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Did you enjoy my first post? No? Go read it again. You did? Excellent, now we can proceed. Gold Against The Soul is unfairly maligned in my mind – fans, critics, and the band themselves aren’t the biggest fans. But what to do they know, it’s not like they had a hand in making the thing. Here’s my ranking of the songs from the second album:

  1. Life Becoming A Landslide
  2. Roses In The Hospital
  3. Sleepflower
  4. From Despair To Where
  5. La Tristesse Durera
  6. Drug Drug Druggy
  7. Yourself
  8. Symphony Of Tourette
  9. Nostalgic Pushead
  10. Gold Against The Soul

Those last five tracks are fairly interchangeable. Now, here’s how the album could, nay, should have turned out:

  1. Sleepflower
  2. From Despair To Where
  3. Hibernation
  4. La Tristesse Durera
  5. Are Mothers Saints
  6. Us Against You
  7. Comfort Comes (replace this with Donkeys if you so desire – I’d be more inclined to have neither and keep an even ten tracks)
  8. Life Becoming A Landslide
  9. Roses In The Hospital
  10. Are Mothers Saints
  11. Patrick Bateman

Let us know your ranking in the comments!

Gold Against The Soul

Generic Ratings: 1. Crap. 2: Ok. 3: Good. 4: Great

I’ve never been confident in my feelings about this one, and on any given day it floats between that 2/3 rating. There are bits that I love about it – the main riff, the verse melodies, the vocals, and yet it feels too long, too airy. It does feel like an apt title track, and an apt closer of the hard rock album, but parts of it have never sat easily with me. I can’t quite say what those are – I want to say it’s repetitive but I don’t truly feel that it is, I do say it’s overlong, but it’s of similar length to many other songs on the other album. Maybe it’s that some of the beats are digital and that some parts don’t actually sound like the Manics. I don’t know. I think there is a better song here, but I don’t know what could be done to make me like it any more.

Misheard Lyrics: 1. Everybody feels sick by vodka – the sea of despair

2. Eat the cloth caps – a snack victim

Actual Lyrics: 1. Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay

2. Either cloth caps or smack victims.

Gold Against The Soul: 2/Okay

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