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Over four decades, The Fall\u2019s autocrat-for-life Mark E Smith opened art-rock fissures in reality, passed merciless judgment on his enemies and led his legendary group to the edge of destruction, repeatedly. In 2016 MOJO interviewed a typically unrepentant Smith: \u201cIt\u2019s a constant state of battle,\u201d he laughs. But at what cost?, wonders Ian Harrison.<\/p>\n
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Words by Ian Harrison<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/7\/2024\/06\/GettyImages-137339889-scaled.jpg” title_text=”Mark E. Smith” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text module_class=”image-gallery-caption” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”|300|||||||” text_font_size=”16px” text_line_height=”1.2em” custom_margin=”-10px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n Fiery Jack: The Fall frontman Mark E Smith in North London, 1998.<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”text-with-dropcap” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n THERE ARE NUMEROUS, hitherto arcane music documents that the internet has made widely available: think The Cramps live at the Napa State Mental Hospital, 1978, or a bug-eyed Iggy rubbing peanut butter on himself in the crowd at the Cincinnati Pop Festival, 1970. And then there\u2019s the film of The Fall splitting up on-stage at Brownie\u2019s club in New York on April 7, 1998.\u00a0<\/p>\n Filmed from the audience on murky video, it\u2019s compelling viewing. In a doomed attempt to play Free Range \u2013 a Number 40 single from 1992 that prophesied war in Eastern Europe \u2013 dishevelled, kit-meddling frontman Mark E Smith is set upon by furious drummer Karl Burns. Keyboards and amps are upturned as bassist Steve Hanley tries to maintain order. The microphone ends up in the crowd: an onlooker shouts, \u201cFucking play!\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve been assaulted in public\u2026 bear witness laddies,\u201d answers Smith. Still, they almost finish the set. By the end of the night three of the group, including 19-year veteran Hanley, had left. Smith spent two nights in jail.<\/p>\n \u201cBrownie\u2019s,\u201d says Smith wryly. \u201cIt was a plot, and I could see it materialising. I couldn\u2019t believe they thought I was that daft. It wasn\u2019t very funny at all \u2013 I was physically assaulted and they went home when I was in jail, and sold all The Fall\u2019s equipment. Maybe they thought I was going down for seven years. It was serious stuff. But it was probably the best thing. It\u2019s a penance you have to pay. I was quite all right with it.\u201d<\/p>\n Smith has harnessed the power of discord, tension and flux ever since The Fall began in 1976. His group is not the easiest to explain. Sparked by Krautrock, garage punk and vintage rock\u2019n\u2019roll, and the literature of H.P. Lovecraft and Philip K. Dick, theirs is a raw noise, radical yet rooted. Smith\u2019s cryptic speech-singing satirises and filters the world in intensely imaginative ways, always satisfying the demand of 1980 single How I Wrote \u2018Elastic Man\u2019 that, \u201clife should be full of strangeness, like a rich painting.\u201d His logic allows few concessions to understanding: a distorted, cold northern English psychedelia results, which repels the uninitiated as much as it delights the infected.<\/p>\n Over 31 original studio albums, 15-odd labels and more than 50 line-up changes, The Fall have become the gold standard of independence in music. In terms of output, you can liken them to Frank Zappa, Peter Hammill, Sun Ra or even Bob Dylan (Smith shivers at the latter comparison). In 2016 he\u2019s marking four decades of The Fall by carrying on as usual: this year has brought February\u2019s EP Wise Ol\u2019 Man, shows in Israel, Berlin and Slovenia, and UK dates including four nights at London\u2019s Garage. There\u2019s a new Fall album in the works and a 7-CD box set, The Fall Singles 1978-2016, slated for November. But if things seem stable, seasoned Fall watchers know better.<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”text-with-dropcap” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n MOJO meets Smith in April and July 2016 in Gulliver\u2019s, a clean, efficient pub on central Manchester\u2019s Oldham Street. Both times he\u2019s straight-talking and cordial. A weathered 59, he wears his regular uniform since the early \u201990s: polished black leather shoes, leather jacket, black suit and shirt, which he sticks his right hand into, Napoleon-style. He splays his legs, cocks his head to one side and looks you in the eye. He laughs often: causes for particular mirth include how Russian football hooligans marmalised England fans at Euro 2016, Peter Hook\u2019s complaints about not getting a cut from the sale of the Ha\u00e7ienda\u2019s urinals \u2013 as he relates this, afternoon pub staple Shadowplay by Joy Division comes on the jukebox \u2013 and, perhaps most distressing to the metropolitan sensibility, the fallout from the Brexit vote.<\/p>\n \u201cI think it\u2019s funny,\u201d says the man who still refers to the European Union as the Common Market. \u201cWhat\u2019s amazing is the reaction. It\u2019s like they won\u2019t accept it, will they, the middle class? Bob Geldof and Eddie Izzard \u2013 twats. It just shows what they\u2019re like. They think the fucking people are morons.\u201d<\/p>\n The superior wisdom of the working class over the bourgeois is a given in The Fall universe. Born on May 5, 1957, to parents Jack, a plumber, and Irene, Mark Edward Smith grew up in Prestwich, north Manchester. As a kid, people say he was \u201c12 going on 60, they\u2019re the exact words they used,\u201d he says. \u201cI didn\u2019t actually feel that. I would\u2019ve thought it took me a long time to grow up. I don\u2019t think my voice broke \u2019til I was fucking 16.\u201d<\/p>\n A sharp-witted and self-contained youth, the use of his middle initial began at Stand Grammar School in Bury, alma mater of Clive of India. There was also the example of science fiction authors, like Philip K. Dick. \u201cI had to be that because there were about 10 Smiths in the year,\u201d he says. \u201cAnd there\u2019s a lot in a name. That\u2019s why authors originally had their initials, to differentiate themselves. I knew it had to be done. You have to stand out a bit don\u2019t you\u2026 from the other drongos in the group, he he he!\u201d<\/p>\n At 16 he went to work on Salford docks, and in 1976 Smith and friends Tony Friel (bass) and Martin Bramah (guitar) founded the group that would become The Fall in Smith\u2019s Prestwich flat. \u201cIt was like a club,\u201d recalls Smith, whose tastes ran to Can, The Velvet Underground and Van der Graaf Generator. \u201cYou didn\u2019t expect to actually do it, ever. He [Friel] liked jazz, Martin\u2019d like Television, and I liked garage and I\u2019d do poetry. Actually, Martin was the singer and I was the guitarist, ha ha! I was into that \u2013 avant-garde, no drummer. Mid-\u201960s American garage, that was the only music I sort of liked, The Seeds, The Standells and The 13th Floor Elevators. It was sort of exciting when punk came along because I thought it might be like that. And of course, it wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n On May 23, 1977 The Fall \u2013 named for Albert Camus\u2019s 1956 novel La Chute, and linked with the Manchester Musicians Collective \u2013 first played their \u201canti-music\u201d in the basement of the North-West Arts Association, joined by keyboardist Una Baines and the first of many drummers. A December 1977 tape from Stretford Civic Centre reveals a speedy garage punk racket and Smith\u2019s declamatory vocal attack in full spate, and tracks including key statement of intent, Repetition, and Oh! Brother, which went unrecorded for seven years. Where did that voice, and the urge to air it publicly, come from?<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve no idea,\u201d says Smith. \u201cI\u2019d never sung. The first time I did it, it just came out. There was no practising. Weird innit? I got heckled for years. I was surprised by it, yeah. I\u2019ve never told anybody that! I remember the group later told me, they were laughing behind my back.\u201d [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”pull-quote” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” header_2_text_align=”center” header_2_text_color=”#111111″ header_2_font_size=”46px” header_2_line_height=”1.2em” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”pullquote-name” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” header_2_text_align=”center” header_2_font_size=”46px” header_2_line_height=”1.2em” header_3_text_align=”center” header_3_text_color=”#111111″ header_3_font_size=”38px” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#111111″ module_class=”custom-divider” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text module_class=”text-with-dropcap” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n THE first of 24 John Peel radio sessions was recorded in June 1978, while the inaugural Fall vinyl appeared that August. The three-track 45 Bingo-Master\u2019s Break-Out! \u2013 its title track concerned the suicide of a bingo caller \u2013 was followed seven months later by the eldritch debut LP Live At The Witch Trials. Friel and Baines had already left; one month later, Bramah, Smith\u2019s main songwriting partner, would also quit. \u201cYou\u2019re just one out of five,\u201d reflects Smith of his assumption of executive power. \u201cIt\u2019s a good job I was a bit of a fucking hard nut, y\u2019know. I said, I\u2019m the fucking Fall, you do what you want.\u201d<\/p>\n Joining promoted guitarist Marc Riley \u2013 better known these days as a BBC Radio 6 DJ \u2013 bassist Steve Hanley and guitarist Craig Scanlon came from Fall support band and roadie ranks, while drummer Mike Leigh arrived from the north-west rockabilly scene. Such personnel changes became routine, as expected as The Fall\u2019s relentless work rate: in the three years following October \u201979\u2019s Dragnet album, there would be 12 more releases, including indie smash hits Grotesque and Hex Enduction Hour LPs, the barbed Slates six-track 10-inch and the Lie Dream Of A Casino Soul 45, a surprise Number 17 hit in New Zealand in August 1982.<\/p>\n \u201cYou listen to some of the old stuff and some of it\u2019s fucking weird,\u201d laughs Smith. \u201cRepetition for instance, I thought, fucking yeah! Some of what you thought was good is shit, I dunno, some I did really quickly for business reasons. I would have thought [July 1980 single] How I Wrote \u2018Elastic Man\u2019 would sound crap now, but it\u2019s fucking great innit? I remember saying, Do this note over and over again, Play this note over and over and over again, you know! I didn\u2019t expect anybody to like it, but it sounds great, what I hoped it would sound like.\u201d<\/p>\n Another new member arrived in the form of Californian guitarist Laura Elise Salinger, better known as Brix Smith, who Smith married in July 1983. Brix entered the group\u2019s orbit weeks after the final departure of exigent early manager (and Smith paramour) Kay Carroll, who left during a US tour. Smith, rendered momentarily displeased by the arrival in Gulliver\u2019s of an extended family with baby, views the time, which coincided with their return to the co-op-minded Rough Trade label for 1983\u2019s Perverted By Language LP, with ambivalence.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was a weird time, having a group of more than three people,\u201d he muses. \u201cThey were all duos then, weren\u2019t they, like a bunch of secretive perverts, what John Cooper Clarke called \u2018the guitars are dead mob\u2019. But I was positive \u2013 we\u2019d got on this heavy metal label Kamera [for Hex Enduction Hour] who were fucking great actually. Everyone was out of their fucking heads. At Rough Trade if you said, Do you fancy going to the pub? It\u2019d be like (pulls look of intense disdain), \u2018Oh, we\u2019ll have a joint.\u2019 They were the prototype for record companies today. I\u2019ll tell you what, they had a fucking computer in there before anybody else, noseying around all the time. That was one part of the modern world they didn\u2019t dislike.\u201d<\/p>\n Despite the lack of rapport with label brass, September 1983\u2019s time travel\/road haulage\/football-fixated Kicker Conspiracy EP was indestructibly tough and strange, with Claude Bessy\u2019s no-budget videos granting grainy access to The Fall\u2019s world of heightened reality, everyday hauntings and affordable bitter. Did he feel Rough Trade could have pushed The Fall more? \u201cI\u2019d seen it before,\u201d he says. \u201cThe Step-Forward label were great \u2013 Miles Copeland would say (adopts American accent), \u2018This is art, buddy \u2013 fuck off.\u2019 But they got all geared towards The Police. It was like a bet, like a horse race, the one that did the most money, everybody concentrates on.\u201d<\/p>\n Like The Smiths at Rough Trade? \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/7\/2024\/06\/NEW_gettyimages-480938091-594×594-1.jpg” title_text=”NEW_gettyimages-480938091-594×594″ _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text module_class=”image-gallery-caption” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”|300|||||||” text_font_size=”16px” text_line_height=”1.2em” custom_margin=”-10px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n Totally Wired: The Fall in their 1980 guise<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”text-with-dropcap” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n THINGS LOOKED more promising at Beggars Banquet, whom Smith signed with for 1984\u2019s The Wonderful And Frightening World Of The Fall. Suddenly, rather than anti-glamour press and \u2018promo\u2019 pics designed to deter, the group would be styled and posed. June \u201984\u2019s Oh! Brother single, produced by John Leckie, also aimed for greater accessibility. \u201cAt that time it was very important in the business,\u201d Smith says. \u201cBeggars were insistent we\u2019d give them an alternative fucking thing, but also a bit of pop-poppy-pop that they didn\u2019t have with 4AD and The Cult and the Cocteaus. And I thought [1985 LP] This Nation\u2019s Saving Grace was fucking amazing, very very good. It was, I remember, completely ignored, nobody took any fucking notice. But it was a great LP.\u201d.<\/p>\n To be fair on the world, This Nation\u2019s Saving Grace got to 54 in the UK albums chart in October 1985. And to readers of the UK music press and John Peel listeners at least, The Fall couldn\u2019t have been a sturdier fixture, having survived the post-punk die-off and the advent of less stringent, chart-aimed indie pop. Smith, who claims never to have read his reviews, may not have noticed, then, that The Fall\u2019s drift into the public consciousness continued. Mark and Brix made it onto a Smash Hits sticker; ex-Sun model Samantha Fox reviewed the Living Too Late 45 in the same title, declaring it \u201creally crappy\u201d. Wiggy videos for their 1987 cover of R. Dean Taylor\u2019s There\u2019s A Ghost In My House and 1988 version of The Kinks\u2019 Victoria \u2013 both UK Top 40 entries \u2013 intrigued the wider public.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was like the underground going overground, for a bit,\u201d reckons MES. \u201cBut people forget, those videos were only on the telly once, like when you\u2019d just see a glimpse or a mention of The Velvet Underground. It was weird, but good. I was conscious of not letting anybody down. I would\u2019ve done more of it, but I dunno, all of a sudden, it\u2019s like you\u2019ve slipped through the net.\u201d<\/p>\n Chart notice notwithstanding, Smith declares himself unhappy with 1986\u2019s Bend Sinister and 1988\u2019s The Frenz Experiment, barring the brutal seven minutes of the latter\u2019s Bremen Nacht, an example of his intuitive songwriting abilities. \u201cWe played a gig in Bremen and I woke up with bruises. I thought I was being burned,\u201d he recalls. \u201cEveryone\u2019s going, Oh you\u2019re taking speed, but I wasn\u2019t. I had a fit there. At that time I was up and down with my drinking, but it didn\u2019t fit in at all with anything. It was a supernatural experience. I remember what a load of work that was to get it. The sax player collapsed halfway through because I wouldn\u2019t let them loop it.\u201d<\/p>\n There was further lunacy at Beggars \u2013 1988\u2019s I Am Kurious Oranj was the soundtrack to a ballet by The Fall and Michael Clark\u2019s company, written to mark the 300th anniversary of the Glorious Revolution (it followed Hey! Luciani, Smith\u2019s bizarro 1986 play about the suspicious death of Pope John Paul I). Spurning the comprehensible, a definitive breakthrough eluded them. \u2028After six albums their association with Beggars would end, as would Smith\u2019s marriage.<\/p>\n \u201cYou get people with rose-coloured glasses about the Beggars years. They don\u2019t fucking know half of what went on,\u201d he says. \u201cThey didn\u2019t want to do the ballet LP. I said, You\u2019re fucking mad, fighting them to do it. And we had her, y\u2019know, Horse Rider [Brix], always going, like, \u2018Mark won\u2019t go pop,\u2019 behind your back. She saw The Fall as a vehicle for her own career. She basically says, \u2018Get rid of the fucking Irish and my drunken husband.\u2019 I remember one time she says, \u2018You\u2019re lucky to get a deal,\u2019 and all this. And then it was like, fucking whammo! We got a deal with Phonogram, with 10 times more money, which was the shock of her life.\u201d<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”pull-quote” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” header_2_text_align=”center” header_2_text_color=”#111111″ header_2_font_size=”46px” header_2_line_height=”1.2em” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”pullquote-name” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” header_2_text_align=”center” header_2_font_size=”46px” header_2_line_height=”1.2em” header_3_text_align=”center” header_3_text_color=”#111111″ header_3_font_size=”38px” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#111111″ module_class=”custom-divider” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text module_class=”text-with-dropcap” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n TWO DAYS after MOJO\u2019s first encounter with Smith, a Fall show at London\u2019s Garage is a reminder of the group\u2019s distinctive intensity. It\u2019s striking how calm Smith seems at the centre of this vorticist maelstrom of noise, scanning the audience quizzically and even exchanging grins with the group. In addition to such recent bludgeonings as Bury and Fibre Book Troll, we also get a spirited Container Drivers, exhumed from 1980. The late arrival of Smith\u2019s keyboardist wife Elena Poulou, who appears a few songs in, apparently straight from the street, goes unremarked. At our second meeting, Smith confirms that Elena, a Fall member since 2001, has left: \u201cShe\u2019s resigned. She was very frustrated with it. She\u2019s got a very German head on her, and sometimes you\u2019ve got to look at it objectively.\u201d<\/p>\n Who\u2019s to say she won\u2019t come back. 1990\u2019s Phonogram debut Extricate featured the brief return of original guitarist Martin Bramah. What brought this on? \u201cWhy? Dunno,\u201d Smith replies, tapping the table with a biro, which he then chews. \u201c\u2019Cos I\u2019m fucking weird aren\u2019t I? I hadn\u2019t kept in touch with him at all. It was good, yeah. But it\u2019s like an old flame isn\u2019t it, you realise quickly that it\u2019s not gonna work.\u201d<\/p>\n Like Extricate \u2013 whose uniquely emotive Bill Is Dead (\u201cBut just lately seeing you\u2026 I am renewed\u201d) Smith posits could have been \u201cNumber 1\u201d had he allowed it to be released as a single \u2013 there is superlative material on the albums that followed: the anti-Madchester Idiot Joy Showland on Shift-Work in 1991 and The Birmingham School Of Business School on 1992\u2019s Code: Selfish showed Smith\u2019s caustic edge unblunted by a major label. With electronics from ex-roadie Dave Bush, 1993\u2019s finely sculpted The Infotainment Scan, released on the former Fall manager John Lennard\u2019s Permanent label, entered the charts at Number 9 that May.<\/p>\n \u201cWe did three LPs for Phonogram? Fuck me, they were quite tolerant really weren\u2019t they?\u201d says Smith. \u201cBut I should have got rid of the group. We\u2019ve left Phonogram and we\u2019ve fucking got in the Top 10, and it\u2019s not like, \u2018We fucking showed \u2019em.\u2019 All they can think about is, \u2018How will it affect my mortgage?\u2019 I\u2019m paying them New Order wages, the same as me.<\/p>\n \u201cPeople say I was too soft with them. I spoiled them to death. Every- body told me. Hanley, Scanlon, they were just in a dream world. And [drummer Simon] Wolstencroft, I didn\u2019t know he was addicted to heroin\u2026 I listened to The Infotainment Scan and it\u2019s fucking brilliant and fucking hard. Dave Bush was ahead of his time. But it\u2019s way ahead of its time, all our work is. You are living \u2018Infotainment Scan\u2019 now!\u201d<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”pull-quote” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” header_2_text_align=”center” header_2_text_color=”#111111″ header_2_font_size=”46px” header_2_line_height=”1.2em” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”pullquote-name” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” header_2_text_align=”center” header_2_font_size=”46px” header_2_line_height=”1.2em” header_3_text_align=”center” header_3_text_color=”#111111″ header_3_font_size=”38px” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#111111″ module_class=”custom-divider” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/7\/2024\/06\/GettyImages-129702363-scaled.jpg” title_text=”Mark E. Smith” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text module_class=”image-gallery-caption” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”|300|||||||” text_font_size=”16px” text_line_height=”1.2em” custom_margin=”-10px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n I Want You: Mark E Smith, Salford, Manchester, 18th March 2011<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”text-with-dropcap” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n SMITH WOULD appear on Top Of The Pops in 1994, as guest voice on Inspiral Carpets\u2019 hit I Want You. The unexpected return of Brix, though, would augur years of uncertainty, with unpredictable live shows, variable albums and the proliferation of questionable compilations. \u201cI can\u2019t remember anything about [that time],\u201d says Smith. \u201cMiddle Class Revolt (1994) was a nightmare, really. The Light User Syndrome (1996), it was a miracle that was ever done. I\u2019m trying to have keyboards and a fucking heavy rock, but they didn\u2019t understand that. They\u2019re just gormless, musicians. But it\u2019s worth a try, and it came out good, some of it.\u201d<\/p>\n The endgame at Brownie\u2019s was nigh. Even those familiar with Smith\u2019s ability to pull things back from the brink wondered if the game was finally up. Less than three weeks later, however, The Fall played Dingwalls in Camden as a three-piece, aided by Smith\u2019s ballet pal Michael Clark. The high-wire set, which included a reworking of Industrial Estate from Live At The Witch Trials, was bizarrely absorbing.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought it was all right,\u201d says Smith, now ensconced in the listed Crown & Kettle, with a bottle of Peroni and a Laphroaig. \u201cI said to fucking Clarky \u2013 he\u2019s on fucking whatever it was, a sex drug \u2013 just go on and make some rhythms and clap your hands. He fucking picked up this stool and fucking threw it, and it hit Damien Hirst smack in the forehead and knocked him out\u2026 ha ha ha! Michael Clark goes, \u2018I know we\u2019ve had our fallings out, but I\u2019m so so sorry\u2026\u2019 It\u2019s the best thing you ever fucking did, Mike!\u201d<\/p>\n Laying out Britart enfant terribles suited this curious, scattershot phase. Stability and artistic focus was elusive. 2000\u2019s The Unutterable coherently merged rock and electronics, though 2001\u2019s Are You Are Missing Winner relished the chaos, with cumbersomely titled Reprise: Jane \u2013 Prof Mick \u2013 Eye Bastardo seeing Smith tormenting drummer Spencer Birtwistle into playing more vigorously. 2005\u2019s Fall Heads Roll seemed to mark a new chapter, but with a woeful sense of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu, that album\u2019s Mancunian line-up fractured mid-US tour in May 2006.<\/p>\n \u201cI was left in the desert in Arizona,\u201d says Smith. \u201cMe and Elena, we had no transport, no food, money or anything. I didn\u2019t see it coming. I just think it was the same thing as the group before. They talk tough, but Manchester people, they just want their cup of tea and bacon butty, just like \u201998. They can\u2019t wait to get home, like the England football team. So anyway, I met these three dudes [Californians Orpheo McCord, Tim Presley and Rob Barbato] \u2013 even they didn\u2019t all know each other \u2013 and they learned vague songs off Fall Heads Roll. We met in LA at this club and I said, We\u2019ll do this, do that and don\u2019t worry if it don\u2019t work out. I\u2019ve only met \u2019em for 10 minutes and we went straight on-stage. I thought, This is gonna be a fucking nightmare, but I just started singing and they were fucking right. They just fucking got it. It just shows you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u2018The Dudes\u2019 would be succeeded by a locally-sourced line-up \u2013 guitarist Pete Greenway, drummer Keiron Melling and bassist Dave Spurr \u2013 for 2008\u2019s Imperial Wax Solvent. Four LPs have followed, including 2015\u2019s trenchant Sub-Lingual Tablet. \u201cThere\u2019s something there with the group,\u201d says Smith. \u201cThey\u2019re really fucking good. With Sub-Lingual, I thought, I\u2019ll just do an LP where it\u2019s a Saturday-afternoon-after-a-few-beers record. I play it a lot, actually.\u201d<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”text-with-dropcap” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n AS HE ABIDES in the Saturday afternoon of the mind, and vows never to play classic Fall albums in full, MOJO prepares to depart. There is still time for off-piste chat: today\u2019s opinions cover Guy Garvey (\u201ca Bury fucking mill owner\u201d), how the middle classes can get you thrown off Easyjet flights (\u201cyou don\u2019t even have to say anything, you just have to smell of whisky\u201d) and guys with beards and tattoos (\u201cthere\u2019s too many of them cunts\u201d). But how does he really look back on his life\u2019s work?<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not a life\u2019s work at all,\u201d he says. \u201cWhy are they playing this? [On the Crown & Kettle hi-fi today: the Reigning Sound]. Why aren\u2019t they playing Are You Are Missing Winner? \u2019Cos it\u2019d clear the fucking bar! That\u2019s the fucking main part. It\u2019s all The Fall, innit, it\u2019s all up and down. I think Dragnet\u2019s good, I think it reached its peak at This Nation\u2019s Saving Grace, and it sort of went on \u2019til Infotainment, and it comes back, I dunno, with Imperial Wax, Fall Heads Roll, maybe. But I don\u2019t think we\u2019ve attained the summit yet.\u201d<\/p>\n There have to be easier ways of running a band.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is still a pain in the arse. It was immediately. I mean, the amount of fucking fucking around I had to play that All Tomorrow\u2019s Parties thing [this April\u2019s notorious farrago of cancellations and late-paid indie rock bands]. It\u2019s a constant state of battle, really, that\u2019s why people get fed up with it. Do I thrive on it? I must do, mustn\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n Do you feel short-changed?<\/p>\n \u201cI get this \u2013 I should have a big mansion and loads of birds waiting for me. Some people want people they don\u2019t even fucking know to come and give them free drinks and fawn over \u2019em. I\u2019m a bit fucking touchy about that. Imagine it times a hundred, it does your fucking head in. No. I\u2019m all right.\u201d<\/p>\n Has there been a human cost? Have you ever despaired?<\/p>\n \u201cDepression \u2013 it\u2019s not in my dictionary. I\u2019ve never understood boredom, and I don\u2019t understand loneliness. I\u2019ve never grasped it. I know people are lonely, and I know people ignore you, and I\u2019ve had that a lot \u2013 rejection, I\u2019ve had it all, since I was 14. Every girlfriend\u2019s cheated on me. But I\u2019ve never made a career out of it. And I\u2019ve been fucking beat up a long time, it\u2019s just nothing to me.\u201d<\/p>\n You\u2019re a hard man, Mark.<\/p>\n \u201cHe he! I\u2019m not a hard man, not at all. All I say is, I think it was good that it happened, as it was.\u201d<\/p>\n This article originally appeared in issue 275 of MOJO.<\/em><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#111111″ module_class=”custom-divider” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text module_class=”credit-names” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font_size=”14px” text_orientation=”center” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n Words: <\/strong>Ian Harrison Images:\u00a0<\/strong>Getty<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Over four decades, The Fall\u2019s autocrat-for-life Mark E Smith has opened art-rock fissures in reality, passed merciless judgment on his enemies and led his legendary group to the edge of destruction, repeatedly. \u201cIt\u2019s a constant state of battle,\u201d he laughs. 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Considering Smith\u2019s dictatorial repute, it\u2019s odd to think the group began on a kind of democratic footing. \u201cWell, off and on,\u201d says Smith, cautiously. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t that I didn\u2019t believe in it; the mistake I made was thinking, If we\u2019re all in it, we\u2019re in it. [But] then I was of the opinion that you\u2019d sold out if you signed to a label and made a record.\u201d<\/p>\n\u201cI would have thought How I Wrote \u2018Elastic Man\u2019 would sound crap now, but it\u2019s fucking great innit?\u201d<\/h2>\n
Mark E Smith<\/h3>\n
\u201cBrix saw The Fall as a vehicle for her own career. It was, \u2018Get rid of the Irish and my drunken husband.\u2019\u201d<\/h2>\n
Mark E Smith<\/h3>\n
\u201cI was too soft with the band. I spoiled them to death. Hanley, Scanlon, they were in a dream world.\u201d<\/h2>\n
Mark E Smith<\/h3>\n