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THE FALL STORM THE SALFORD MUSIC FESTIVAL
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Star date: 23rd September 2012
THE FALL AT LOWER KERSAL SOCIAL CLUB
Last night Mark E Smith and The Fall turned Lower Kersal Social Club into a seething, sonically twisted pit. Whoever thought that The Fall would ever play down Littleton Road? Another one of those historic events that could only happen as part of the ace the Salford Music Festival.
Review here…
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Not in a million years did anyone ever think The Fall would play Lower Kersal Social Club. But, after a total warm up by the masked out Evil Blizzard Dead Tapes, jumping around the amps, and some wicked beat poetry from Meriel Malone, The Fall took to the small stage, taking a break from two sell out nights at The Lowry. This was Mark E Smith, born and bred within a mile of the venue, giving something back to Salford in a brilliant gesture for the Salford Music Festival.
He still lives up the road somewhere, and for this gig he looks like he's just popped out to meet some mates. While the band hammers out that incessant Fall sound, Mark E strolls onto the stage, hangs his leather jacket on the nearest amp, checks the mass of bouncing fans, leans into the mic and goes for it.
The next hour is non-stop musical diatribe of anti-rock from The Fall's never ending back and present catalogue of acid-toned, relentless sounds that kick you to places where other bands fear to tread. The honed noise of crashing guitars, clashing keys and hurtling beats are only broken while Mark retreats to the back of the stage, perusing his crumpled notes like a gastronome choosing his favourite matured cheese to put next on his smorgasbord.
Stacked out with a strange mix of proper Salford types, a smattering of councillors and black clad, pierced up Fall diehards moshing up front of the stage, the Lower Kersal Social Club is transformed into a seething, sonically twisted pit from an era before boy bands, plastic girl wannabes and X Factor fake.
After two encores Mark E carefully takes his jacket off the amp, puts it back on and strolls off stage. No spoken words. No false `Thank you Salfords'. No nothing. Mark E Smith doesn't have to. The gesture of playing East Salford speaks for itself. Historic stuff. Absolutely historic.
SK
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Steve Titley wrote
at 10:34:34 AM on Monday, September 24, 2012 |
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As a not so long time Fall fan, catching on late and wasting thirty years of my musical life, for my money it was a stormer, pretty much every Fall tune is a classic, old or not. I didn't see a drunk, you couldn't lead a band that tight, drunk. I saw a musical genius. It always made me laugh when the Gallaghers claimed Oasis were the best band in the World, no chaps, that's The Fall. Oasis weren't even the best band in Greater Manchester. Be glad Salford that you can lay claim to The Fall. |
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Dale Core wrote
at 8:54:23 AM on Monday, September 24, 2012 |
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I have never been to a Fall gig in my entire life and only got to know about them because the other half listens to them. I thought the venue was fantastic and intimate and not rammed to the point you couldn't see anything. It looked like a well rough neighbourhood where the gig was at and I worried about my car, but it was ok ...phewww! There was some right local characters and also a break dancing midget man!!! I was well entertained. I also spotted the great musician/journalist John Robb and took his photo :O)
Mark E Smith is an alcoholic and I felt sorry for him as he was spannered out of his head, but the music was fab!!! a tad loud though and sometimes distorted. I really hope Mark E Smith sorts himself out as he looks like a sad figure. I'd like him to live long enough to bust some more tunes. |
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Colin Trout wrote
at 3:31:49 PM on Sunday, September 23, 2012 |
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After seeing The Fall many times i would say that this was a classic performance with everything you could want from THE FALL! Spot on venue as it use to be, loved it. Mr Colin Trout |
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at 1:44:53 PM on Sunday, September 23, 2012 |
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i'm a long time fall fan but what i witnessed was a man to drunk to know where he was and spent most of the night trying to figure out how to unravel his mike from the stand, then left the stage to sing the only two old classics back stage, cost me nearly £40 for two tickets and had to walk back to manchester to get home, not impressed, think above review was through rose tinted glasses, sorry i love the fall but this was poor |
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