Felix NEill

Mansun were so high concept that my best friend and partner in crime, Steve could simply not countenance them.

It might even have been this very song that got him riled him right up. Stripper Vicar? Egg Shaped Fred? Fuck right off, he quoth. I can see his point, but there's a wonderful, inventive Joie de vivre at work here. The arrogance to create and inhabit your own little universe should not be disregarded.

They went even further off piste with later releases, that I really wanted to like, but simply couldn't because they were shit (letters to the usual address). This, though. This, right here is fucking jaw dropping.

So eff off, Steve.

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