Everybody Hears a Hum at 3am...

The second part of the K-Punk Fall Investigation has been completed! Hooray, hooray...

A thought on other forms of 'Pulp Modernism'- the combination of mess, detritus, grimy industrial technics and broiling class anger in The Fall has as some antecedent in Berlin Dada (not, note, in the more easily assimilated Swiss and French variants- Grosz and Heartfield, not Duchamp), especially in their cheap xeroxed political tracts of 1919: full of malformed proletarians coming back to haunt the Wilhelmine bourgeoisie: even their titles have a hint of MES about them: Jeder Mann sein eigner Fussball, Der Blutige Ernst...



'Ornate coffee machines, still bearing their labels, sit, still shining, in a troglodytic cafe'




Another strangely Fall-like post, on the metropolitan elite hiding out in Wiltshire in the event of a nuclear war: reminds me of something one of Asian Dub Foundation (of all people) once said about the Fall being post-apocalypse music- you can imagine the strange forms illustrated in Mark's post, grotesque peasants malformed by nuclear mutations descending upon the bunker...the locals have come for their due...