Forgive me all of you die-hard Fall fans but Mark E Smith is a bit of an annoying idiot if you ask me. Of course – nobody has asked me and nobody gives a shit about what I think, thus why I’m saying something on my own blog about it.
After attending a baffling gig on Saturday night at Auckland’s Powerstation, I am none-the-wiser about The Fall’s incredible staying power over three decades.
I admit that I went because: Manchester in the early 80’s and because: Ian Curtis and Joy Division. There is a symbiosis between the two bands. Both are deemed legendary by anybody who likes post-punk and both bands have had a massive amount of influence on music in subsequent years including my beloved house, techno and ambient.
Mark E Smith of The Fall looks like a whiney baby with colic and Ian Curtis of Joy Divison is dead. He died back when he was still beautiful and enigmatic and monstrously disturbing. But he still died when he was beautiful. By comparison Mark is very much alive and he occasionally pisses himself on stage and always behaves monstrously. He can do it because he’s Mark E Smith.
There’s in total ten songs by The Fall that I’ve liked over the years and yet I went to the gig because I’m so starved for decent live music here in Auckland. This location is just that little bit too far for 90% of the world’s musical acts to journey via jumbo. As a result when anybody even piss-weak resembling a decent band or artist travels to Auckland, I am there with bells on.
The Fall are essentially a revolving door of different musicians who flanked and rather propped up Mark E Smith over the years as he wildly oscillated and salivated all over the stages and albums of the past. In all more than 30 studio albums. Who knows how the fuck Mark has managed to remain alive let alone still recording.
The gig was great, but sadly (but not unexpectedly) this was because his band (Elena Poulou, Dave Spurr, Pete Greenway, Keiron Melling and Daren Garratt) were playing great and Mark was being well…himself…a bit of a weirdo.