Eh, it’s ok, but it suffers from the same problem as most latter-day Fall, in particular he had boozed and speeded so hard for so many decades that he seems outright brain-damaged (alcohol and methamphetamine are neurotoxic, kids) and just “Mark E. Smiths” his way through the track. I haven’t seen anything that suggests the shambolism was an act, either, like Shaun Ryder is on records.

Really the shark-jumping moment for the Fall was the onstage brawl in 1998, after which MES sacked the whole band (and got arrested for domestic violence at the hotel) including Craig Scanlon and Steve Handley, who had been with the band for decades as well as Karl Burns, who had drummed on their debut and returned two decades later (I’m simplifying; Scanlon waa fires a couple years before). They stayed good for about a decade but after firing the whole band twice more in the 2000s he settled on a collection of sycophants who had grown up with Fall music and were either convinced of Smith’s unimpeachable genius or afraid of/didn’t think it was their place to check him, so the last four albums and EP are for the most part self-indulgent disasters from a frontman too far gone to write a decent song, though there’s some good stuff on Ersatz G.B. (2011). Twenty-ten saw their last entirely good album, Your Future Our Clutter or Our Future Your Clutter, depending on which edition you got, and it checks out that the execrable Gorillaz vocal performance comes from that year.