Hate would be too strong a word, but these guys weren't exactly giddy about the state of the Thatcherized world, with its itchy trigger fingers and rotted ideals. This is the sound of pure disgust, though they make some grudging concessions to the language of rock. But it's a neat trick they're pulling off, with their dour speak-singing, rusty wire guitars, and martial clanging adding up to something mighty human and compelling.I recently gave Deceit a good listen and was floored all over again. I don't think you'll find a more far-ranging, fully-realized album in the post-punk era. It's ahead of its time alright. And given that the band seemed almost certain about the imminence of nuclear destruction, I'm glad their predictive powers were confined to the music.
This Heat - Cenotaph
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