Earlier today, the world lost its greatest curmudgeon at the age of 60. Mark E. Smith of The Fall has left the building but his legacy of cantankerous one-liners, general hatred of all that is modern and certainly insipid media wankers, his incomparable ability to “do his own thing” while giving zero fucks about what anyone else had to say, and of course, his very distinct take on how the most mundane moments in life also tend to be the most bizarre will live on in his expansive catalog of equally strange yet succinctly genius career. Smith was a prolific warrior in Punk Rock, who would not slow down or step back for any reason. Hell, he still got up on stage in a wheelchair in his last few months with every bit of piss and vinegar as he wasn’t going down without a fight.
May your beeramids be merry and bright. Don’t say we never gave you anything.