I’m sitting here in Maccas trying to describe this track without saying the words “division” “joy” in the reverse sequence. What is it about that sound that keeps coming back bigger and bigger in production, scope and the sheer number of Curtis devotees that regenerate year after year essentially keeping post-punk alive and well in the realm of indie music?
Was the feelings evoked by that original couple of releases before the tragic accident that timeless? Thinking about it again, the feeling of isolation and dread evoked by the t-shirt album can only be magnified with the current political and social climate.
A time that seems ripe for revolution but it seems the establishment has finally found just the thing to sate the restless working class… Cheap food and good music to dance to.