Riff Raff was a legendary rock magazine based in London in the late 80s and 90s. A genuine working class rock mag, written and edited by "the lads" in a drug-N-Jack-D-fuelled haze, it was just too R n’R for its own good, falling behind more trainspotterly publications like Q, Kerrang, and Mojo. This website is an archive and kind of shrine to the writing of its greatest "hacks," most of whom have faded in embarrassing middle age, with at least one of them having a Smule account.
After years of promising to fulfil their potential, Welsh rockers, the Manics finally came through with a great album in 1998's This is My Truth Tell Me Yours. Full of instantly memorable melodies, searing guitar, and breathless, anthemic singing, it left their media-savvy, attention-grabbing, but often crappy crash-and-burn, agitprop punk of their formative years well and truly behind them.
The Manics, however, must have realised that it was going to be hard to maintain this kind of quality and started to back away from it. Indeed, part of the promotion for the next album, 2001's Know Your Enemy, involved actually slagging off their former masterpiece. The new album's title was supposed to refer to "the enemy within." Nice concept as it signalled that they were literally fighting against themselves by making a worse record than their previous one. That said, this is not a bad album and has some interesting tracks.
Found That Soulis a rumbling rocker and So Why So Sadis an insidious Beach Boys pastiche, if you like that sort of thing.
One positive development, however, was singer/guitarist, James Dean Bradfield starting to write lyrics with Ocean Spray. Apart from being a pleasant enough song, it offered hope that the band's clunky Marxist lyrics, supplied by lanky bassist Nicky Wire, could improve in the future. I'm not really sure if they did. Anyway, some of Wire's more obvious political lyrics, such as Baby Elian, commenting on the Cuban child who became a political football the year before the album was released, sound like the outpourings of a committee of commie commissars:
Blockades won't win you more votes A Cuban adjustment act Offer the world a dream Dress it up, it's blackmail
Probably sound great translated into North Korean. Well done, comrade Nicky!
This also explains why the band decided to promote the record by playing a concert in Havana, under the auspices of the Castro regime. Funny how they don't get any stick for that. Grade C+ Colin Liddell Revenge of Riff Raff 5th March, 2016
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