Thursday, 25 September 2014

wherever you go, I will be carcass...

At 9am tomorrow morning, tickets go on-sale to a series of seven gigs that will see Manic Street Preachers perform their iconic 1994 album, The Holy Bible in full for the first time ever. This is huge. They’ve released 12 albums over the course of their long career (so much for splitting up after your debut album has changed the world, eh?), but the Holy Bible remains their high watermark. Oh sure, they’re a much more accomplished band now than they ever were back then, but that album was the perfect storm: where the righteous fury, self-hatred and intelligence of their lyrics was met full on by the music. Around this time, James Dean Bradfield had the hardest job in the world – finding a way of shoe-horning those extraordinary lyrics into a tune and then actually singing them. Listening to “Yes”, I’m not sure where he finds the time to breath.

I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out


I hurt myself to get pain out. What an extraordinary lyric. Of course, 70% of these lyrics were written by Richey, and on 1st February 1995, a few short months after the release of the album, Richey disappeared, never to be seen again and presumed dead through suicide. These lyrics are an often uncomfortable insight into his state of mind at the time.

Even when he was clearly in so much pain, the empathy of some of his lyrics is often staggering. “4st7lb” was written after watching a documentary called “Caraline’s Story” on the BBC that followed a young lady in the last stages of anorexia (it’s Caraline’s voice that you hear at the start of the song). To be able to watch that harrowing story – which I did – and to be able to write something as beautiful as this is quite remarkable:

I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity


Especially when juxtaposed with the horrors of anorexia:

Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower


(the whole documentary is available on YouTube, and I would encourage you to watch it...although it is pretty harrowing)

Richey was, what, 24 years old when he wrote that. I can’t think of any other set of lyrics that are quite as consistently astonishing as the ones on this single record.

I saw the Manics performing many of the songs from this album when they played the Reading festival in 1994. The album was released that Monday, and I tried to buy it on the way home from the festival, but as it was a bank holiday in England in the 1990s, all of the shops were shut and I had to wait. When I was in Venice at the end of that year for four months as part of my degree, I used to listen to it on cassette on my Walkman as I wandered back across the city to my room in the small hours of the morning, with the city completely to myself and this extraordinary album for company.

I’ve seen the band many times over the years, and I’ve seen them play some of these songs, but I’ve never seen them play them all (apparently they’ve only ever performed “Mausoleum” live twice. Ever.)

I really hope I can get some tickets.

No comments:

Post a comment