He’s not on Facebook, salve he’s not going to be remixed by Morales, cialis and he’s definitely not going to duet with Cheryl. He’s Mark E Smith, sovaldi his band since 1977 has been The Fall and they’re all you’ll ever need.
And thank the good Lord he saves some of his best shows for Fibbers.
Blessed by the God of Alt-Everything, Mark is the very definition of indie without the beard and Vans. Political correctness not present thank you very much, the eternal maverick and belligerent bastard within Mr Manchester is consumed with razor-sharp wit and bitter cynicism, all sung-spoken to a band that rocks the **** out like no other.
So praise The Lord for Mark E Smith and real music. He’s the closest thing to the genuine article you’ll ever know. And he’s not going to be on a Money Supermarket advert any time soon …