Like a punch in the face to the loved up rave culture of the 90's. It's the MANIC STREET PREACHERS. They combined the beauty and glam of Hanoi Rocks and the political sus and slogans of The Clash. Loved and loathed in equal measure. They were at their best with Richey. Full on rough and raw, he was their pumping heart of darkness. Post Richey the bands dream of selling a million albums became a reality, but something was lost. Mondao Man and Lager Lad didn't want to talk about love, they just wanted to get drunk in the stadiums and arenas that the Manics went on to play, arms in the air with no idea of who Richey was, a design for life indeed. What happened to him
no one knows. I'd like to think he's out there somewhere watching and wondering about his role in one of the only bands since The Clash that really matter, because without him they'd have been nothing.
MANIC STREET PREACHERS - Live @ The Marquee Club 4/9/91 http://www.sendspace.com/file/vgyjd0
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I remember reading an interview where Richey and Nicky were described as 'the political wing' and James and Sean as 'the musical contingent'. Always liked the idea of a band having a political wing....Richey is sadly missed.
More bands these days need a political wing.
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