perverted by language

i have not been able to take this album off of repeat for over two weeks.

why?

why can i not resist the rhythmic ostinati, those somber, morose melodies, the plodding bass, the sensual waltzes, the sheer absurdity? the simplicity, the transcendental simplicity of it all?

you tell me.

the fall - perverted by language (1983)

"hexen definitive/strife knot" (peel session #6)

"wings"

i actually hear a lot of coil and current 93 and sol invictus in this, some gang of four too. these influences are especially noticeable in the vocals of mark e. smith (r.i.p.) - i wonder if it's a purely british thing? the rambling madman style of speech-singing, the sheer brilliant lunacy of it all.

there's a rhythmic wonder to his vocals too - occasionally the guitar, bass, and drums will be tightly interlocked around an axis, and mark e. smith will intersperse his spoken word with such a rhythm that it acts as sparkling to the texture of the music as an extra high-hat or .... i don't quite know. 

basically, the rhythm of mark e. smith's vocals are so integral to the texture of the music that he is an instrument just as much as the guitar, bass, or drums.

of how many bands can this be said?