"Northern white crap that talks back"- This lyric, from 'Crap Rap/Like to Blow' on the Fall's debut LP says a lot about the group. Having formed amongst the post-punk explosion in the late 70s, Manchester's most venerable sons are still rocking three decades on.
Or should that be son? After all, the only ever present has been Mark E Smith, chief lyricist, singer and drunkard...a true living legend. With 26 albums to cull material from, and every chance Smith could axe his band mid-gig, they have the potential to be the best, or worst, live band you've ever seen.
John Peel's favourite band, and one of ours.