It is safe to say that there was no one else like Mark E. Smith. The irascible leader of the legendary Manchester post-punk group The Fall — who died yesterday at the age of 60 — was a true artist and eccentric. An acerbic British icon with working-class roots, his words were like cryptic incantations, layered with bone-dry wit and an interest in horror, fantasy and the surreal. Smith was a stubborn contrarian who broke new ground both sonically and lyrically with the band he founded, and then owned that territory for over 40 years and dozens of albums.
The Fall first formed in Prestwich, near Manchester, in 1976, taking its name from the title of a darkly philosophical novel by Albert Camus. The group bonded over a share interest in literature, bands like Can and the Velvet Underground and copious amounts of psychedelic drugs. (Smith even took acid before his high school O-level exams, according to an account by his friend Dave Haslam.)
Smith's unique skill as a lyricist was evident from the band's earliest days, his stream-of-consciousness style laced with sideways references, quirky humor, sharply honed imagery and trenchant observations on British society, culture and politics. "It was like a poetry group at first," recalled Martin Bramah, The Fall's first guitarist, to the critic Simon Reynolds in the anthology Totally Wired. "We used to share our innermost feelings in words and play our favorite albums. Mark bought a guitar but couldn't play it. I was already singing in another band, so the first lineup of The Fall was me singing and Mark playing guitar. It quickly switched because Mark was writing these mad, well-observed lyrics. Our early stuff sounded American, but Mark picked up on how to make Manchester interesting."
Manchester occupies a legendary place in music lore; a huge number of bands were spawned within the city's grim industrial confines during that era. The scene surrounding Joy Division and Factory Records captured the public's imagination, but it was The Fall who held the crown as the strangest and most singular band to have ever come out of Manchester. The group's debut album, 1979's Live at the Witch Trials, proved it to already be well on its way to developing a signature sound: a churning, propulsive rhythm section, an emphasis on extreme, almost trancelike repetition and pointed, cryptic lyrics that Smith scowled with a voice that sometimes sounded like he was gargling razorblades. With each successive album, The Fall honed its technique, with Smith reveling in all ideas that ran counter to social norms.
"The Fall's work — particularly in their period between 1980-1982 — is steeped in references to the grotesque and the weird," wrote the late critic Mark Fisher in his book The Weird and the Eerie. The group's methodology at this time is vividly captured in the cover image for the 1980 single, "City Hobgoblins," in which we see an urban scene invaded by "'emigres from old green glades': a leering, malevolent cobold looms over a dilapidated tenement .... A group like The Fall — working class and experimental, popular and modernist — could not and should not exist, and The Fall are remarkable for the way in which they draw out a cultural politics of the weird and the grotesque."