Fall marathon 9: The Light User Syndrome/Levitate/The Marshall Suite

The course of these three albums saw the biggest upheaval in the Fall's line-up yet. First to go was long-time guitarist Craig Scanlon (incidentally, the one sacking M.E.S. has subsequently admitted regret for). So, following her unexpected reappearance on "Cerebral Caustic", Brix appears on the sleeve of this album, perhaps significantly, between M.E.S. and the rest of the band. Is the tile of The Light User Syndrome a suggestion that after the previous few years, when speculation had been rife in the music press about whether his notorious liking for a drink was getting the better of him, we are witnessing a more sober Smith? If you were to suspect that it meant one of the Fall's more easy on the ear moments, you'd be wrong. I didn't think of it like this when it came out, but listening to it now it's striking how minimalist and industrial it sounds, lending it an almost brutal quality. The moment at the end of "Chilinism" where the song apparently winds down, only to stutter into a fierce low-fi riff at the bark of "Chiselers!" is a classic Scary Fall Moment. All in all, it's mostly the scowling, vituperative Smith who's mostly present here. It's a thrilling and often terrifying album. Having said that, it's a typically unpredictable gesture to throw in a brass section at the end.

The Fall do Drum and bass? Well, why not? One of the things that's been surprisingly prominent going through all these albums is how consistently the Fall adapt all forms of dance music, and Levitate does just that. The sound here is less industrial, more cavernous, with not only breakbeats but fierce garage rock and even smooth jazz (!) thrown into the mix, though as ever the result sounds like nothing but the Fall. This album seems to have fallen through the cracks a bit - I suppose that after the previous one had put the band firmly back on track (as it seemed at the time), it seemed like business as usual, and maybe I took it a bit for granted, something you should never do. Coming back to it now it reveals new riches, and is definitely one to spend some time with.


It was at this point that the notorious New York gig happened that saw the entire band sacked onstage in chaotic circumstances. At the time the press reported it as the end of the Fall. Smith simply hired a new band and carried on (memorably asserting that "if it's me and you granny on bongos, then it's a Fall gig"). The Marshall Suite shows no sign of letting up, in fact at the time, after all the turmoil, it was thrilling to hear Smith back on top form. I guess the evolution of the band's dynamic is here complete, anyone who might be thought of as M.E.S's peer is gone, and the band now consists of a group of young musicians under his iron hand. Thus the impression here is very much that of a tightly-drilled garage band, with Smith exuding a resurgent energy, defiant and malevolent. it's also one of the most sheerly loud albums so far!