Or at least I do, I ignored Gold against the Soul at it's release because of Nicky Wire's pathetic comments about whether Michael Stipe had AIDS. Similarly, I despaired of Morrissey's antics at Madstock, where he appeared to be championing a political movement that wants to build a Britain that has no place for the likes of me or him.
And this album has several wonderful songs; but with The National Front Disco in the middle, it's not one I want to listen to again. It's like discovering The Flight of the Valkyries includes calls to slaughter Englishmen.
Not even the end-riff from Rock N Roll Suicide "taken on loan" beautifully in I know it's going to happen someday can lift my spirit from it.
4/10
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