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If you didn’t know any better, you might think that Your Future Our Clutter is a recording of a raving old lunatic heckling a very solid instrumental band — but that’s just the magic of Mark E. Smith. The bilious frontman has aged like a cheap wine: embittered, but with enough kick left to make for a good time.The heroes of this record are the backing band — particularly guitarist Peter Greenway and Smith’s wife, keyboardist Elena Poulou, who keep the music tight and focused while the singer splatters his free-associative lyrics all over them. Greenway kills “OFYC Showcase,” ripping the track into a manic, frenzied crescendo that bristles with electricity....full text |
| Nme |
| Mark E Smith’s scabrous wit, defiant strangeness and constant invention still continue to put newer pretenders to shame April 26, 2010 | 0 Comments The Fall reviews RSS feed The Fall news, reviews, video and tour dates Post this on Twitter or Follow NME In 1998, God-bothering entertainer of the Wimbledon tennis crowds Cliff Richard managed to overcome public and music industry prejudice by releasing a 12-inch single under the name ‘Blacknight’. The track was an immediate hit with radio playlists – until producers discovered the artist’s true identity. It’s hard not to wish The Fall would consider a similar tactic. For although the three-decade history of Mark E Smith’s troupe doesn’t contain a ‘Mistletoe And Wine’, every album is judged by the weight of the past. Really, we should be sat in NME Towers, looking at a press shot (the ravaged glare of MES Photoshopped out) of three young bruisers from Salford and an icily gorgeous German with black hair, putting ‘Your Future, Our Clutter’ on the stereo, and demanding that the cover be cleared for an exposé on The Best New Band In Britain. Because that is what The Fall, on their 28th album, still clearly are....full text |
| Onethirtybpm |
| At one time, The Fall was a force to be reckoned with. Their 1982 album, Hex Enduction Hour, crashed upon you like a ton of bricks within the first few seconds of opening track, “The Classical”—the double drum set assault, the jangled, slightly out-of-tune punk guitars, and frontman Mark E. Smith’s acidic spoken word delivery. It was clear that The Fall was simultaneously the most serious and most flippant band to exist in the punk and post-punk circles during that time. There is something unfair about using a band’s tour-de-force as a reference point for the rest of their 27 album discography, but in this case, it’s warranted. It’s no secret that The Fall has long been Smith’s outlet for his acerbic poetry and observations; he’s like a male version of Lydia Lunch. When spoken word is involved, one doesn’t expect much emphasis to be placed upon the music. However, considering the music found on Hex Enduction Hour was multi-faceted, exciting, and actually, well, went somewhere (eventually), I’ve come to expect more out of Smith than what he’s churned out for Your Future Our Clutter, which is quite the opposite from its forward-thinking predecessors, despite Domino’s press-release stating it would be the band’s most progressive work to date. Does that mean Smith should backtrack and rehash material from Hex Enduction Hour, Grotesque, or even Dragnet? No, but it does mean that the eternally sour guy can do better than the unoriginal, meandering songs that go absolutely nowhere, which is the case on Your Future Our Clutter. Smith has taken a huge misstep by hiring some of the most derivative-sounding, schooled-in-grunge rock musicians to fill the positions in his ever-evolving lineup. They have turned some parts of Your Future into a ‘90s covers cavalcade, especially on the first two tracks, “O.F.Y.C. Showcase” and “Bury Pts. 1 & 3,” which use uninteresting grunge-based guitar riffs and drumming....full text |
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If you didn’t know any better, you might think that Your Future Our Clutter is a recording of a raving old lunatic heckling a very solid instrumental band — but that’s just the magic of Mark E. Smith. The bilious frontman has aged like a cheap wine: embittered, but with enough kick left to make for a good time.