![]() (The band, of course, actually love Motown.) It’s concise, shock-tactic brilliance is a disillusioned finger-flick to decades of musical history, and the betrayal of pop’s promise of youthful dreams. It’s swept aside by a fusillade of stabbing, brat-punk power chords and James Dean Bradfield’s pumped up, pissed off dismissal: “Never ever wanted to be with you / The only thing you gave me was the boredom I suffocate in.” It’s a gleefully violent rejection of pop as mass opiate as brainless, numbing spectacle. ![]() ![]() But one of the most perfect singles the Manics ever released was one of their earliest: Motown Junk opens with a maddeningly looped sample from Public Enemy, growing in volume as it makes its intent unavoidably clear: “REVOLUTION REVOLUTION REVOLUTION”. And just as I hit some sort of angsty midlife crisis, here they are singing Let’s Go to War and Sex, Power, Love and Money on Futurology. As I grew a bit older, they were there with the more subtle beauties of Everything Must Go and This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours. Their 1994 masterpiece The Holy Bible, being played in full on tour this week and next, was there for me in my youth with its fury and politics and screaming. More than many of my teenage favourites, the Manic Street Preachers have been a great band to grow up with. ![]()
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