Some ramblings…
Being a resident of Prestwich, the home of The Fall, I have a bit of a soft spot for them.
Me and Terrahawk named the best bike race series so far this century after one of their songs, Hit The North.
I saw them half a dozen times and it ranged from genius to utter shite depending on the mood of Mark. The best gig I ever saw was them at The Ritz (Shift Work tour). The place felt like it would explode such was the energy. Worst gig I ever saw was also The Fall at The Free Trade Hall a couple of years later. Disinterested rantings in a cavernous aircraft hanger of a building.
Mark E Smith was briefly married to a college friend of mine, Saffron Prior. The dirty old git used to hang around outside Bury Tech waiting for her (she was legal and he wasn’t actually that much older, but you have a different view of things when you are 17). She still runs the fan club IIRC. She may have even been in the band at one point too. There were so many members of the band that I was actually scheduled to tour with them in 2024* had he lived. A couple of hundred former band mates turned up at his wake and there was a punch up. He would have liked that.
There is a mural of him on the side of the chippy round the corner from is old house.
* A lie
“If it’s me and yer granny on bongos, it’s the Fall.” – Mark E Smith.